I probably need to make another batch of this crockpot chicken today.
Here’s why:
Traveling with my husband can trigger my anxiety because I’m a control person — punctuality is my one real obsession. I prefer to arrive early for everything, especially flights and airport arrivals. I’d rather sit at the gate for hours than risk being late.
My husband is different. He travels frequently and has his own system, so we generally travel well together — aside from my oversized suitcase. Last week I decided to let him handle our timing and tried not to obsess. We left early enough to grab a bite and wander, which seemed great.
