Pass the tissues, please. Nothing says weeping and crying like writing your will. Honestly, between the medication I need to take to calm myself enough to get on an airplane, and updating my will so that my children don't become wards of the state, going on a 3 day trip with my hubby is about as fun as a colonoscopy. I just finished leaving my three precious children to the written care of my mom should I die in a fiery plane crash or severe car wreck. So fabulous. I also had to declare should anything happen to my mom, that my brother take over responsibilities. It just gets more and more nightmarish.
Meanwhile, I look at my three beautiful kiddos and every wrong they have ever done, every bad choice or stupid behavior is suddenly forgotten. They're angels. Perfect angels. And yet every bad mothering moment I've ever had is suddenly in the forefront of my mind. I am convinced I'm the worst mother in the world--and while I'm gone my kids will only remember my bad moments. So even though we leave on our trip in two days, I am in utter agony here. What a fun traveling companion I'll be!