Decision Overload

Yes, I live a relatively stress free life here in Doha. The out of sight out of mind mantra is the one I've adopted with the kids 8000 miles away. It works for me. Planning trips home is where my stress level begins to rise. It's a huge timing and logistics game which I hate to play. If I were just Dorothy and only had to close my eyes and tap my ruby red slippers together. After laying out the finalized plans for my ensuing trip home to David over dinner, he casually tosses out, "hey, don't the girls have another flight coming to them before the summer's end?" (company perk). I wanted to hurl my half eaten fries at him from across the Bennigan's booth. There he was, throwing out that proverbial wrench into my plans. Crunch, that's the sound of my plans being wadded up before my eyes. So, now I'm in the midst of a ton of endless vacation destinations to meet the kids and it's limited to a one week frame of when no one will be in school. Checking out beaches, hotels, airfares, and comparing them all against each other. Then there's that counted on answer from David and the kids, "it doesn't matter to me". Yeah, until we're wherever and they look at me and say, "why?" Any shortcomings will be placed on me. I know this sounds so petty, but these things consume me. I cannot just pick one. Yoohoo, I'm the one that has issues with clicking that "confirm" button. It terrifies me. David's going to be sorry that he ever opened his mouth. Those two "complimentary" company sponsored flights are going to cost him a fortune. Touche.

Kokomo ~ The Beach Boys

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