Yay, we have finally pinned down our trip to visit Adam in Scotland. I was practically sick yesterday (raging headache, grouchy tummy) from going over all the possibilities for the trip...how many days here and there, with friends, on our own, how does one cross the channel, and for how much money, ferry, hydrofoil, Chunnel Train, who will be home to receive us, how could I forget that it will be Easter weekend and all the reservations are gone, and so much more.
We booked it for 2 weeks. Yes, we will take Ross along, so we have to notify the school. Now I have to square dates with friends, who we are counting on to take us in so we don't have to pay for hotels. And John is still fretting about the money. But it will work; I know it will.
I know that it all sounds exotic and fun, but planning this kind of thing is a bitch. I am expected to plan every detail and my family just goes along for the ride. We had one trip, when the kids were really little, that I had to plan and by the time we were on the trip, I was horribly sick and lost 15 pounds over the course of time we were gone. I got something akin to a bleeding ulcer. The funny thing was that I didn't FEEL stressed but apparently I was. So, yesterday's bout of travel-planning-sickness was truly a warning for me.
Oh, boy, I don't want that to happen to me; I would never remember to open them.
Posted by: Margaret | Monday, January 24, 2005 at 06:07 PM
Sorry about the closed comments, before. The damn thing is now automatically closing comments now, and I have to remember to go back and open them. My 48 year-old brain isn't up for this, clearly...
Posted by: violetismycolor | Monday, January 24, 2005 at 07:21 AM