Wisdom from dear 'ole Dad

We had dinner with my folks tonight. I'm still not packed for Thailand. In fact, I'm a little unglued at the thought of being halfway around the world from the kids. I've resolved myself to the fact that the trip there and back will be miserable. I just pray that the person sitting next to me on the plane does not smell.

I mentioned to my Dad that I'm afraid that there will be a natural disaster or something of the like while I'm away. (After all, my friends Hilarie and Steve were in Hawaii on 9/11 and it took them a few days to get back home to the nanny and the kids. This stuff does happen.)

Dad's sage advice: only worry about things you can control. He's a wise man. Thanks Dad!

I'm going to pack now.