Travel

Here's the thing. Years ago and let's go back 10 years, I was traveling. Every week I flew from Dallas to Houston on one of those little planes that required the flight attendant to ask the weight of the larger folk. Okay, they didn't ask the weight, they just pointed and directed those folks to move to one side of the plane or the other to balance the load. When not hitting Houston, Virginia was up for grabs (DC is the bomb bitches, the bomb).

There was a day, a day that will live in infamy  - I flew to DC, Ashlee was flying to NJ, the Donald was on his way back from Louisiana and Lauren was in daycare in Flower Mound Texas... problem was, bad weather over Dallas. What does this mean? The planets aligned and somehow two working parents  managed to strand their one year old in Flower Mound Texas alone, well Christ, she was in Texas alone - all other family members were strewn about the country. It was at this time The Donald and I had what alcoholics refer to as a moment of clarity. What the f$&@ were we thinking? I know, we were thinking, no matter how much we make, we spend that much.

I will say, I always enjoyed traveling, not to see exotic places, but to have housekeeping, a meal out and no dogs. It seems basic to the point of lunacy, but by god, when you are followed into a bedroom, a BATHROOM for god's sake to be asked the proverbial question, "What are you doing?" So now, with children that really should be self sufficient, I am tempted to travel again.

I'm not sure where life will take me, but I do know if I must travel, I will embrace housekeeping, eat out - healthfully, and bring home snow globes. It's good to get out.

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