A Spot of T

I feel as though I may as well get this over with. I’ve been putting off writing my first blog entry simply because I thought it should be perfect and I just haven’t had the time to compose a “perfect” first blog entry. So it’s after 12 am and I just decided, what the heck? I’m going to dig right in here and write. My blog’s not set up properly either, but the way things are going - I will NEVER have the time to get things perfect. So, how does that saying go? There’s no better time than the present.

Why am I so busy? The biggest thing happening in my life right now is getting ready for a trip to Dubai. Why am I doing to the Middle East you wonder? My very good girlfriend (no, I’m not gay) is going there on business, to accept an award on behalf of her family. She doesn’t want to go alone. So she’s taking me. The actual business end of things is a worldwide tourism summit which we will attend for two days, the other five days we’ll be tourists ourselves, and from what I hear, Dubia is quite the city to visit. I feel like a little kid lately - I’m sooooo excited

What else is going on in my life? Been super dooper busy with work. Lot’s of exciting stuff going on and working some crazy hours. Andrea and Jay (they are family but I will explain more in another post) are here for a visit and I’m feeling guilty because I’m so consumed by my work and getting ready for my trip that I can’t pay them enough attention. I have lists galore and every moment of every day seems booked solid until I leave.

What is worrying me lately? I’m constantly wondering how on earth this family is going to function without me. Crazy, eh? My dh (and he is dear) is heading up a shut down and working 14 hour days straight through so it’s not like I can count on him. Even though my kids are older and self sufficient I worry. Things are constantly popping into my head like - what if Jenny needs a clean bra or can’t find her xxxx? What if Bobby needs more money and nobody can transfer to his account but me? Nobody will remember to buy milk when we run out and Jeff will go nuts without it. Will they remember to make sure Molly (our dog) has food and water? I know it’s a mom thing, but what the heck??? OK - a promise to myself: When I get on that plane I’m going to stop worrying. Let’s see if I can keep it!

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