Stress

The last time the Lobster left, I had a "first time" experience that left me terrified, then invigorated. I went to the grocery store, alone, with three two year olds, and one four year old. As I was driving to the store, I was praying and hoping that we would get one of those kid carts that holds two children. I was lucky and I managed to snag one. I had one kick in the back pack, two in the cart, and my little Lollipop holding onto the cart. It was exhausting. I was so afraid that I wouldn't be able to do it, but it eventually ended up working out fine. It was the first time I did something major with the kiddos and survived to tell the story.

Tomorrow will be another huge one. I will go through security, board an airplane, maintain the children on the flight, get out of a GINORMOUS airport, catch a shuttle, go to the car rental place, acquire a minivan, and then head on my merry way. I. am. terrified. Everything about this endeavor frightens me. First of all, I HATE flying. It is the scariest thing ever for me. Secondly, the trips have never flown before, so who knows how they'll behave on an airplane! Thirdly, two of the trips don't see very well, and I am scared I'll lose one of them in the airport. Fourthly, it's just going to be hard and tiring.

I'll let you know if I survive. I suppose if this is my final post, then you'll know the stress of it all gave me a heart attack and I didn't live to tell the story.

Please pray for me!!!! I think I can... I think I can... I think I can...