my husband and i have very different traveling styles. i will pack weeks before a trip, then unpack and repack numerous times. i am usually ready hours before i need to be, and could probably read an entire book at the airport while waiting to board. he, on the other hand, will wake up (late) on the day of departure, discover everything he wants to bring is at the dry cleaners, or hiding somewhere in a closet shelf drawer no this shelf no damn it where is that oh look at this i need to read this article about trout fishing what's on tv now what was i doing where's my coffee play with the cat clean litterbox do dishes start laundry make a list of things for ME to do while he's gone where are my socks damn it i didn't pack casual shoes tease the dog honey where's my blue shirt damn it what time does my flight leave damn it i didn't print my ticket/itinerary/etc damn it the printer needs ink honey where's the ink i just bought (2 months ago) MEOW well stay the*bleep* out of my suitcase damn it honey where's ...well, you get the picture. we are now T-minus 5 minutes and i stopped counting till the time we need to leave if he is to catch his flight. his anxiety level is high. he is getting into the shower. now. he will no doubt be distracted by lint somewhere and begin looking for a lintbrush. he will attempt to make a list (verbal) of things i should do while he's gone, as if i'm not going to be working all week. and AND he's decided today is the day he will quit tobacco products. as if. so he will be in full dervish by the time we hit the airport exit and i will be exhausted in a flop sweat. my mouth will grow rigid from holding back words i long to say (scream). but i know this is how he rolls. every time. and if he does not make his flight, then i know that there will eventually be another one. and it is not my issue. so right now, i will breathe. and crack my neck and open the trunk of the car. and take some excedrin. the birds are singing. the sun is slanting through the trees. i am making a hummingbird for a very special girl. i am alive and i am grateful. nope. not working. okay...rinse and repeat. my complimentbot : you look so hot it almost hurts