In two weeks
In two weeks we'll be on a plane. Scott will sit with one kid, I'll sit with another ("divide and conquer", words to live by). We connect through Philly and arrive in Brussels the next day, 4am EST. I waiver between total exhilaration and total anxiety-ridden panic. Kids are completely unaware of what the trip/transition/time away from home will be like, but that's probably a good thing. They have no idea what to expect. I have no idea what to expect. And our last two weeks are loaded with every kind of end-of-the-year-swan-song-school-activity imaginable. All good things, right? and yet I feel like it's panic in the disco.
Shake it off. Just shake it off.