Christmas is fast approaching, but it still feels like November here in Cakerwakerville. We didn't put up our tree this year. We had intentions of decorating the tree, but then Puppy got sick. We didn't really feel like being festive that weekend. The next weekend was action packed with Christmas pictures and home improvement projects. And this past weekend it just seemed silly to put up the tree, because we are leaving for KY in a few days. So it doesn't feel very Christmasy here. Instead, it just feels BLAH.
In addition to feeling blah, our trip home is becoming more hectic by the hour. We have so many plans with other people, that I am concerned that we are going to run ourselves ragged. And my mother is already being a pain in my ass. She keeps whining about wanting to spend quality time with her grandbabies. I understand that she wants to bond with Izzy and Porgie, but we cannot spend the entire trip holed up in her apartment. She is so incredibly frustrating.
I am also worried about how our trip is going to impact breastfeeding. I know this sounds silly, but I am fearful that Izzy won't nurse during our trip. And I am not sure I am ready to wean yet. Actually, I know that I am not ready to wean. I am bringing my breastpump, and I fully intend to pump if he refuses to nurse. This is just one more thing to stress about.
And to top everything off, we are getting sick. Izzy is super fussy, and I feel like crud. And I am sure that Porgie will be sick tomorrow.
Did I mention that we are leaving for KY on Saturday morning?