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We leave tomorrow at 10 am. Been trying forever.
I'm good. I'm calm. I hate flying and I just need to sit next to my husband, I don't care WHERE on the plane. He does this chant and silly song that keeps me from screaming when we take off. Then, he starts asking me about things I may have forgotten to pack and then I panic over that and not the actual flight. It takes me just about to we level out to be normal again.
Yes, I know I travel all the time and planes don't fall out of the sky. Unless I do this routine.
I need help, I know.