I’m going to Penguicon
I just booked a round trip flight to Michigan for myself. Howard had extra skymiles, my brother and his wife volunteered to take the kids, and so I’m going to Penguicon with Howard. I’m scared. I know that my fear is needless. The kids will have fun. I’d be hard pressed to think of anyone I’d rather have watching them. I’ll have fun. Howard will have fun. But part of my brain is convinced that if I step out of my daily duties complete chaos will ensue. I need to figure out how to tell that voice to shut-up. Four nights away from my kids will not create long-lasting psychological trauma. My first trip away from the kids in 6 years does not constitute deriliction of duty.
Hopefully by the time the trip gets here at the end of April, I’ll have managed to quiet the voices in my head.