In less than two weeks I'll be leaving my Boo.
To fly far far away.
I'm crazy. Crazy for thinking I could actually go through with this.
So I'm eating. And crying. And blogging. And cleaning. Rearranged the laundry room today. And the kitchen.
Organized the recycling. Really.
I can't sleep.
But I'm fine.
But if you think of me. Pray for me. I hate flying. Which is the real issue.
Emery actually stays with both sets of grandmama's all the time. It's not the leaving her I fear. It is the flying. Which I know is irrational. I think once we actually land in Serbia I will be fine.
And we have a day and a half layover in Paris.
Which I've mentioned.
Which is what is getting me through.
I know. I already said I was irrational.
I'm gonna get some meds for the plane ride.
And write down everything I want Emery to know in life.
And keep eating.
And blogging.
And watching Desperate Housewives.
And Gossip Girl.
Okay. I revealed too much.