In the past two days I've recieved two signs that the children are going to be horrible on the airplane. The first was Lucy's absolute freak out at the air port when we picked up Mike from his trip to Louisiana. She wouldn't put her boots on, which led to a hyperventilated tantrum. Then, I was packing and Jude started boycotting my suitcase. Like I was an evil lady for taking him away from his abode. I'm just taking my xanax and drugging myself tomorrow. It will be worth it once the plane lands in New England.
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