I have a trip coming up to Texas. Two weeks. I’m getting excited about getting out of town, but man am I terrified of flying. Plus it’s going to be hard to traverse the friendly skies with a pissed off, teething toddler.

Yeah. We might be those parents on the plane. What fun.

JR is totally independent, too. Gee, imagine that for a second. He is my son, after all. But he really doesn’t like to be corraled now that he can run. And, boy oh boy, does he have a temper! If he’s still grumpy from teething (his four molars are all cutting, right now) and then figures out that mommy and daddy are taking away his freedom and his toys for 15 hours… well, I apologize to the other people flying in advance.

He could be good. He did a fantastic job flying back in January. Of course, he was like 4 months old, so he mostly slept. I’m sincerely hoping that he’ll sleep at least part of the way because we’re going to be flying all night/early morning. We’re expected to arrive in TX about 10:30 am local time.

And I’m terrified of flying anyway. I’ve had to be sedated to fly ever since I was six. That’s right, when I was six, they had to sedate me to get me on the plane. And it’s been mostly the same ever since. I did really well on the flights to/from Texas back in January, but I think that was sheer exhaustion keeping me from coming unglued mid-flight. I was still scared poopless.

So wish us luck! Give mad props to John for being willing to fly with me and JR.

Beach, sun, sand, how I cannot wait to see you.