And that's how it started

"If I'm being honest, I'm nervous to leave tomorrow..." I said to my husband as I packed my cosmetics bag. "Not because I'm worried about you and the kids. I know you are fully capable of handling the girls for the weekend. I'm worried that something will happen and I won't come home."

I don't typically show this sort of soft underbelly, and you are about to see why.

"This is why a woman can't be president. You girls freak out about all of the absurd potentials that are wildly unlikely." He sang form the shower knowing my blood would boil. He's not actually a chauvinist, he just loves to pester me.

"Yes, dear, you're right. It's wildly unlikely, practically unheard of for a plane to fall from the sky. What was I thinking?" I snapped.

He emerges from the shower wrapped in a towel and dripping with eye roll. "Seriously? If the plane is going down what are you going to do to fix it? Nothing! So why worry about it? Now...if there is a terrorist on the plane, then we can talk about a plan!"

"Are you freaking kidding me? If there is a terrorist on the plane, you think I am going to be the one to do something about it?"

"Yes I do. You are going to rally the troops. You're good at that. But remember, go for the nuts!"

And that's how my husband sent me off for my first solo travel/writing/family discover/eat pray love weekend.

So here I sit in the airport sipping a mimosa because breakfast is important and considering all the ways I will avoid terrorist nuts.

Here we go!