W.

dreams, dreams, crazy-ass dreams all morning; grabbing children and running from dinosaurs--trying to hide in the bathroom from velociraptors, watching cars drive by faster and faster while i grip the wheel until my knuckles hurt.

there is a knot in my tummy that won't loosen.

i go back and forth between feeling really excited about the journey and really worried that things aren't going to come together. that i won't clean my house enough for my darling housesitters. that we won't be able to stay kind to each other for 3000 miles. that i will lose my shit too often, and cement my children's memory of me as "yelling mommy".

today is worry day.

(and i say "worry" with a massachusetts accent, so imagine that in your heads).