The car will be here to take me to the airport soon and I'm really looking forward to the trip. However, me being me, I'm convinced that the plane will crash, I'll be shot or fall down a manhole and will never see the children grow up.
I made a special meal last night and gave them extra hugs and kisses so hopefully their final memories of me will be good ones. I know they won't grow up motherless because some gold digging cow will distract and exhaust Jason with the sexual techniques she picked up on her gap year in Thailand and he'll be married before he knows it. So, though Jason might be happier, the children will grow up feeling neglected and bitter and will be unfulfilled, disatisfied adults. They'll forget all about me and all about being half American and end their days wondering about the mother who selfishly ran off to New York and left them behind.
Whew! I feel so much better getting that out of my head. Now I can go off and have a nice little break. Nikki, here I come!
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this worry is better than the EPT tests! have FUN and as bobby mcfarrin says...don't worry! nana
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