I'm Cured

I know I shouldn't have said it, but I did. "I'm happy here."

I jinxed myself.

I was still basking in the glow of admitted happiness when a tidal wave of homesickness flooded over me on Saturday, and I've been struggling to keep my head above water ever since. That's right.  I want my mommy.

So what caused this tsunami of sadness?

Perhaps it was the end of the school year that triggered it. Suddenly, there's nothing holding us down. No schedule to mandate our days. No place to be. Complete freedom and all the time in the summer to go home to North Carolina.

Perhaps it was the baby shower/drag show of Saturday evening that fueled it. Now don't get me wrong. I had a blast at the unorthodoxed celebration of a new life, but afterward I couldn't help but miss my friends back home. Old friends that are like your favorite hoodie, comfortable and easy to be with and take you as you are, even on a bad hair day.

Perhaps a sick baby had something to do with it too. Andrew began running a fever on Saturday afternoon and the struggle to keep him comfortable has left me weary and longing for my own mother.

In any case, I searched the internet for flights and determined that tickets for four, with checked bags and car seats, and a rental car to accommodate our brood once we reach home would just be too much.

Which lead me to the alternative--driving cross country without Chris. Google Maps gave me an estimated driving time of 39 hours. With enough Red Bull and Benadryl, anything is possible - right? It's 12 hours to Las Cruces, NM where I have an open invitation to visit, and I know I have somewhere to stay in Atlanta, but it's the 25 hours in between (40 if you factor in all the potty breaks) that scare the crap out of me. Why do all my friends have to be concentrated on the east coast? Don't they know that it would be much better for me if they had settled down at regular intervals along I-20? I could hit them up for lodging as we made our pilgrimage home and back again.

Thus, I am considering "Plan C": I'm running a classified ad.

The boys and I would have a grand old time eating Mickey D's, singing songs, and making new friends. It would be like the drive here -- except without Chris.

On second thought, I'm kinda over it now.