STRESS IS….

… driving 45 minutes into the airport to arrive an hour and a half before Den’s flight (I’m staying an extra week), getting ready to have him check in, and having him pull out MY PASSPORT instead of his. We both look at each other like, “HOW???” I mean, one’s an American passport, one’s Canadian, and mine has the corner chewed off (dear Zoe’s fault). How the HELL could we have mixed them up??

Mom and dad both drove us in. Cue panic. Call brother, multiple times. Since it’s 5am and it’s not a work day for him, he’s asleep and doesn’t answer. Mom and dad race home to get the passport, even though Den and I are fairly sure there is no way for them to get back in time. I keep calling my brother and send him a text saying it was an emergency, please call.

Cory was the savior… he woke up, called me, and did drive in with the passport. Den had already checked himself in and printed off his boarding passes, so all he had to do was grab the passport and run through security and customs. I rode back home with Cory. On the way I got a text message from Den saying he was on the plane. I don’t know how he did it, but oh thank the light!!

The whole time I was trying to stay calm… just breathing and trying to focus on remaining positive. But I still think Devin picked up on it, as he really started kicking me and moving around. I apologised to him.