As most of you know, we were planning on going back to Kentucky for Christmas. We had made plans to stay with my cousin and her family. Until yesterday, I was under the impression that all of our plans were set. But today, I sit here trying to figure out another relative we can stay with. It is depressing, because we don't have many options.
Although I hate to admit it, I don't think we are going to be traveling home this year. It breaks my heart, because my family hasn't seen baby Izzy yet. And in a few more months, he won't be a baby anymore.
More than anything, I hate the idea of telling my mom and grandma that we won't be coming home. I expect tears - lots of tears. I am not a very emotional person, so tears make me very uncomfortable. Especially when I am the one causing the heartache.
Although everyone will be upset about our canceled trip, it is probably for the best. Ten hours is a loooooooong time to be trapped in a car with two babies. We will save money on gas and gifts. We will be able to savor the holidays with our own little family, in our own comfy house. But despite the perks of staying home, I am still sad.