We are supposed to be leaving for Aruba next Thursday. Nothing like the last time.  No 6.5 weeks of heaven.  Just going for a long weekend. Our friends are christening their baby on Easter Sunday, which also happens to be my 35^th birthday. They’ve asked my husband to be the Godfather.  These are the same friends whom we used their last name for BamBam's middle name.  They're like our second family.

Our friend works for an airline in Aruba and offered 2 free tickets, score. We decided to pay for the tickets for my husband and Princess, since they have tighter schedules with work and school. BamBam and I are supposed to be flying on the free tickets, which means we’re going “stand by”.

In light of the Chronicles of Sick BamBam, we discussed the possibility of him and me staying behind. We’d hate for something to happen while out of the country requiring a hospital visit. It's been scary enough navigating the local hospitals in NH...another country where English isn't their first language...no thank you.  In the back of my mind, I’ve been telling myself that BamBam is on the mend and after another fever and pain free week, we’ll feel comfortable enough to go.

Did I mention that the trip spans over my 35^th birthday???

Well, our friend just emailed to let us know that the flight with Princess and my husband is now full. They would like to have BamBam and me try to go out on Tuesday instead of Thursday since a full flight = NO standby seats.  Cool, right?  Two more days in Aruba.

Oh, but wait. 

Something I failed to mention.  Softball tryouts begin on Monday. Remember, I’m a high school softball coach?  Oh, yeah, and I decided to coach again at the same school. As it is, I was going to miss 2 of 8 tryout sessions for the trip. We won the state championship last year and only lost 3 seniors. We have to cut at least a dozen girls from the program. It’s going to be difficult and in all fairness to the girls being cut, I can’t skip out on half of tryouts by leaving Tuesday instead of Thursday.

I know, I thought it too...perhaps the universe is trying to make it easy to make the decision to stay here?

AGHHHH! Shut UP, stupid Universe.

It totally sucks to be me right now. NOT a happy camper.

I’m going to put Princess and THE Daddy on a plane to Aruba and have to drive away. I’m scared out of my mind to let them fly alone. Half my life will be on that plane. AND, I’m going to spend my 35^th birthday crashing Easter Dinner somewhere instead of having drinks by the pool. In ARUBA. And I'll have to drive home afterwards with BamBam in the car, so that means no alcohol for me.  I wasn’t exactly looking forward to the whole 35 thing, but somehow the thought of spending it in Aruba made it feel a little better.

I seriously might just cry.

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