Right now I am sitting on a plane on my way to California. It's weird. I really don't like flying. Actually, it terrifies me. I feel a little jinxy writing about this while I'm on the plane, but I think it'll be fine. Here's how my morning went:
3:45am (roughly 4-5 hours after finally falling asleep) my alarm goes off. Immediately I contemplate canceling the whole trip so that I can stay in bed. About a millisecond later, though, I am overwhelmed with the excitement of seeing my friends and family. I got ready more quickly that I knew I could and went to wake my babies.
Both Miss A and CC got the same wake up: “Wake up, it's time to go to California!!”
Both responded the same way: Smiles and squeaks of excitement!
In practically no time we were ready and on the road to the airport.
Before I get to the on the plane part, which if you enjoy laughing at other people's silly fear as much as I do, you'll love, I want to go over the getting to of the airport...
I am not a good passenger in the car. I'm just not. I like my control. I like being the one who does the driving. Being that it was 4:30am, though, I did not even consider the idea of driving a vehicle. Regardless of the reason I am sitting in the passenger seat, though, it makes me nervous. I'm sure there is some deep seated unresolved something or other there, but whatever. So, Hubby drives us, in the dark, to the airport down stupid roads that have no street lights and speed limits that rival racetracks. Yes, this is Texas. Welcome. It's fine at 4 in the afternoon, but at 4am, I'd like some light...something to think about there, Governor Perry...
Anyway, we made it safely to the airport, despite my ridiculous fear that we wouldn't. We got the car parked and got us into the terminal. We got through baggage check and security. We got to the gate in time for the flight and into our seats with no issues. All is good.
Then my irrational fears kick in yet again... Well, they are not completely irrational, but almost. Here's how it went down: The pilot comes over the intercom to give us the information he is supposed to give before take-off, and all I can think is that this guy, this man who is entrusted with the safety of all these people including my family, sounds awfully young. Young and unsure. I'm not sure if his voice cracked because it's super early and this is his first flight of the day or if he is tired and it's his last. Or maybe his voice just cracked because the circulated air on the plane seems to be very dry. Whatever it is, I don't care. All I could think is that this guy is really a kid and this is his first flight ever and...
Yep, totally irrational. Completely unfounded. Incredibly ridiculous.
I'm good now, though. We are over 2000 feet in the air and we are fine. I think that typing all this out kinda helped.
Do you have any irrational fears you want to own up to? How do you do on flights?
...to be continued...next time: California – We Have Arrived