DOOD

We're going to France.  We're going to France.  Two LONG ASS days of travel and five days of vacation.  Yes, there will be jet lag....which is why God invented French Pastries to go with the massive coffees I'll be drinking.  It's not a huge trip, but shit, a full week is pretty huge for me.  It's also coming in at a cost that I feel is pretty reasonable.  Our travel agent friend seems legit.  She better be; she's my brother in law's stepmom.  We family.  Kind of.

Anyway.  Joe and I were looking over itineraries last night - one for December and one for March.  I would LOVE to be there around Christmas time (we would go right after Christmas because I love my child) and see the lights and enjoy my our anniversary in Paris.  But the reality is that it'll be balls cold.  Sayeth Joseph.  Plus that's rapidly approaching, and we're already supposed to do a week in Mississippi at Thanksgiving.  Sooo, March is probably a good choice.  Especially since the damn dog kennel of all places only has five spots left for spring break.  WTF.  I should actually probably call them now.  Yes.  Okay, just did that.  Boarding is confirmed.  Except I am mildly neurotic and may continue to research different places. 

DUDE, DUDE, DOOOOOOOOD.  I'm taking life by the horns and finally saying FUCK YOU.  Except as I mentioned before...I'm scared.  I'm going to tell you a secret; it's a little piece of anxiety that I try not to verbalize.  I'm terrified that something will happen to Maddie while we're far away.  Alternately, I'm scared that something will happen to us.  Like death.  And then she'll be all alone.  But damn, that could happen any time.  So yeah.  I'm glad I have about six months to get a grip on that.  How the hell did my dad handle it when my sister and I traveled to Europe without him??  At the very least, I'm planning to stay a little drunk to take the edge off.  Because that's what mature adults do on vacation.  Actually, I think it really is.  So uh yeah.

WE'RE GOING TO FRANCE.  FINALLY.