Unclench fists

This flight with my entire family is going to be hell. My dad gets stressed about making it to the airport on time and most of us have avoided flying with him since we were old enough to fly on our own. All of us, nephews, bro-in-law and sis-in-law are flying together. This is just not going to be fun. I finished packing and my dad wanted me to weigh my bag, generally I dont bother. I didnt' pack books or a lot of shoes and I figured I would be close enough. My dad made me get the scale and he weighed it. Apparently it was 1-15 pounds over. I took out a few things but then my mom wanted to know what I had packed and started going through my bag. I really felt violated. I knew I took too much but why does she care. So I take 4 shirts that I never wear. It's not a big deal. She started pulling out stuff and making me decide what to take. She made some snide comment about the jeans I packed - that god forbid I should go a week without wearing pants. It took me 3 times of telling her to leave it alone before she snitted off. Whatever I am shaking it off- or trying to. I think it is time to go to sleep so I can wake up and swim and still get home with plenty of time to keep my dad from freaking out. I havnet' packed books and stuff but I can always get that there- or take from Karen in the morning.
I know this week with be awesome and supremely frustrating- i'll keep on blogging (hopefully)