I am not stressing as much as I thought I would about the fact I am not taking my phone or laptop, or for that matter any form of technical equipment to remain in contact on my social networks, yep that’s right I am going cold turkey. Nor am I panicking over the fact we seem incredibly organised on the packing front compared to last times packing. In fact we are only just over half the allowance ….. In fact scratch that I am now more than a little worried that I have not packed everything we will need, but hell I am sure they have shops .. right?
What I am in serious meltdown over is flying …… yep I said it! My last holiday’s abroad have seen me reduced to a quivering mass of snot and tears and I am fearing that this will be me again.
I can’t pinpoint which part of it makes me shake like a leaf, or which exact bit about it makes me so anxious I want to throw up. I just hate it and I spend the whole time scrunched into the smallest ball I can get into while strapped into a metal flying tube.
This time it is Joshua’s first flights and I really don’t want it to be a re run of Beth’s first time on a plane where she held my hand at aged 6 and said “Don’t worry Mummy it’s like a roller-coaster” … why is it children are so accepting?
I think I should of looked into this phobia before booking this holiday over a year ago! I read a fab post from Sarah at Mum of Three World this week which she had linked up to Magic Moments which explained her fear of flying was in fact claustrophobia. So it got me thinking could that be me?
So after a few days of stressing I have come to the conclusion that since I am fairly OK with enclosed spaces this can’t be my issue. However I fear I have pin pointed my problem.
I am not in control of flying it ……
Yes it seems that I may be a slight control freak and I make a dreadful passenger in airplanes, buses and cars and unfortunately since I don’t think the pilot is going to relinquish control of the helm to me anytime soon tears maybe imminent!
Happy Holidays! … now who has the tissues?