I’m headed to Sydney in a few short hours. Here are my worries in no particular order:
- Alexander will miss me
- Jane will not miss me
- I’ll forget to look right and get run over by car
- While I’m bleeding the street a poisonous snake will get me
- Neither child will use facial soap and they’ll use bar soap ruining their skin forever
- My mother will give the children Froot Loops, Twinkies and Diet Coke. This is the most realistic worry, look what I found in her kitchen two weeks ago.
- My husband will miss me
- My husband won’t miss me
- My husband will wear wrinkled or dirty shirts
- My suitcase will be overweight
- I’ll forget to pack something I need
- My hairdryer will blow out the adapter
Once I get on the ground in Sydney things will be fine. I’m sure of it. Or am I?
I can almost guarantee you’ll be fine once you hit the ground in Sydney. I spent four months there during my junior year of college, and absolutely loved it! Enjoy! :)
All your worries are “normal” and very funny.
My husband just fell in love with your mother. Also, same guy once packed the tv remote and cordless phone in luggage. He’s a gem.