Sometimes the magnitude of the life you are trying to live becomes a yoke around your shoulders.
Sometime you realize that the reason most people don't do the things you are trying to do is because they are smart enough to know that these things are damn hard.
Sometimes you want to put your fingers to your temples and just say, "Everybody just wait one minute. I don't think I can do all this. I want to do over."
And sometimes it's just too late to chicken out.
Today is one of those days. I'm flying home. Alone. With two babies and a boy and like three billion suitcases. One of which is full of crafty crap and it weighs as much as a small vechicle.
It is too late to chicken out. The tickets are purchased. All I can do is push forward and hope for the best.
And really patient passengers in surrounding isles.