Our trip to Kentucky is quickly approaching, and I am all kinds of worried about EVERYTHING. I begged John to stay in a hotel, and now I am so stressed about staying in a hotel. What was I thinking? I am worried that noisy people will wake up the baby. I am worried that Porgie and Izzy will wake up the baby. I am worried that the baby won't sleep in his Pack n' Play. I am worried that the baby will cry excessively when I put him to bed and in the middle of the night. I am even worried that we will get bedbugs. Do you know how much is sucks to be me? I am the queen of worrying. It is exhausting.
I am also currently annoyed by our families. Until yesterday, everything was up in the air and we had no idea where/when any of the holiday events were going to take place. After much complaining, my cousin finally declared that she was going to do a gift exchange on Christmas Eve. John's sister (who lives like 45 minutes away from our hotel - UGH) is hosting the party for his family. She hasn't given us specifics yet, but I know that she will have the party on Christmas eve. This sucks because we'll be running around like chickens with our heads cut off on Christmas eve, and then we'll have absolutely nothing to do on Christmas day.
I don't know if you remember, but I canned my own strawberry jam to give as Christmas gifts to the adults. TOTAL FLOP. I opened a jar last week to make sure it tasted good, and it is waaaaaaaay too runny. But I already invested too much time and effort into the project, so everyone is getting runny jam!
Christmas is kicking my ass.