Friday night, my family is flying to Stockholm, Sweden for our 13th annual home swap. Which means that the stress level is set to 11.
It's supposed to get easier: The more you do something, the better at that thing you get, and whatever stresses or issues that dogged you early on should disappear. That works with most things, I guess. But travel has always been problematic for me. Traveling with my wife ratchets up the stress. And traveling with the kids bumps it up yet again.