Yesterday we went on a Family Adventure to celebrate the light that is our Princess. She is about to enter the double digits, and that is worth a special day of happy happy joy joy just for her.
I was eager and excited to make it happen. And thrilled to plan the surprise.
But when it comes down to leaving home and being okay with it, sometimes I struggle just a little bit.
This coming from the girl who once packed up and moved away to Japan with the Fella and my Aub.
I don’t know if this struggle is in part due to the grief cycle or if it’s just my genetics coming out in me big time.
But leaving home can bring me a little stress.
The day was totally worth working through it though, and then…..we got back in the vehicle and prepared to head home.
Thank goodness the Fella was driving.
Bless him. I’m not a good passenger. Apparently I have turned into my Mama with my driver’s side brakes and gasps for sound effects that make a trip really fun.
Yeah. Bless his heart.
Because this happened. And Anxiety Girl climbed in the vehicle and sat all buckled right there in the front seat with me.
That right there. Parking lots on the interstate. People merging. Without turn signals or advance warning. Brake lights for miles. A big reason I don’t like leaving home. Things like that. And then Anxiety Girl starts thinking about Miss Sophie at the house and worrying about her and what if we had an accident and what would happen and…..
I decided to try to work through some of the stress by counting…..
And so this was my haiku for our trip home last night.