I have two books in my bag, but nothing I'm too excited for.
I went from three books in my arms by emily griffin, to OK magazine and US weekly.
I'm sure they will be shamefully fulfilling.
Emily griffin can wait.
I fought back tears dropping my kids off today.
Brennan ran to the basement to play trains with Claire.
I was glad I gave him a kiss right out of the car.
Max looked up and gave me her classic open mouth kiss.
I hustled myself to the door after giving her one last smooch bc all of a sudden I could feel the tears coming.
I didn't want to sob!
But I was glad I felt like I needed to.
I just don't think I could have mastered the pretty cry in this situation.
Dannie and I chatted all the way to the airport.
I just can't shake this anxious feeling of feeling like I am running on my toes.
And that I'm forgetting something.
I did forget my coat.
It's laying on the floor by the back door.
My backpack is really light.
I'm not sure I really need anything in it, but for the first time in three years i get to bring something on the plane or myself,
so darn it, I'm bringing a bag!
With my two trash mags, my wallet, liquids, phone, and flip flops I can put on the minute I land tomorrow.
But first, i must deliver these...
Can't believe I'm actually going through with all of this.
I forgot to eat lunch.
These cookies may not make it.