I'm heading to Nashville this week to meet up with my "Smitten" girls and brainstorm book 3. I've already started to worry about my schedule being off. Ie., the kids have their orientations (Dad is in charge, does anyone get this fear?)
I'll have to wait to watch "Bachelor Pad" and yes, I understand this is weird, but it's my schedule, all right? I like my little schedule.
I'm not afraid to fly. Not afraid to travel by myself. But the kids (one of whom will be an adult next week!) totally have this. I should look on the good side. It's not an empty nest. It's an open driveway space for a Mustang. Right?
Okay, maybe not a Shelby. But a Mustang...definitely a Mustang...