I Hate Flying.
Like I seriously hate flying. The intense fear started when I had Ethan; so over 19 years ago. Before I was fearless. But after, I always felt like I was putting myself in a unsafe situation which was really irresponsible as a parent. Wacko right? Some of the other things I hate about flying. Pre-planning. I have to find ONE quart sized bag and then maybe fit all of my stuff liquid or cream into that bag. This surfaces how high maintenance I am, and puts it on display for other people to see. I don't want anyone to see I need to have nail glue, or stress relieving oil, or three different kinds of lip gloss to create my perfect shade! But, it all has to go into that stupid bag. Next, what am I going to wear to not set off the alarm, and will be easy for someone to pat down if I again get pulled out of the line. When I was 21 (and super skinny btw) I got pulled out of the line for a pat down. I was wearing a jean mini skirt, aka jean belt, and a wife beater... not much I could hi...