I just got a call from one of my freelance jobs that she wants to fly me out to Boston this fall for an event. I got a pit in my stomach and a smile of glee on my face simultaneously. I must have appeared to be sick to onlookers. But I digress. I've never been to Boston, and I'll only be there for 2 days. And I hate flying. And I've never travelled away from my kids. And I cannot wait. I know as soon as I land it'll be fine. But the nerves of anticipation will stress me out all summer long. Just what I need, something to obsess about!
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Biting Nails
So I'm still nursing Easton, the weaning has been going nowhere. Though I will say that if we are able to keep busy and distracted, and I pack loads of snacks and water, he only nurses 3 times a day. If we're rained in the house all day and bored out of our minds, the nursing is non-stop. The amazing news? He is sleeping 11 hours straight (not gay) at night. Huzzah!! It's been a few weeks now, but blog-jinxing is the pits. I'm still not used to sleeping, so I'm only getting 6-7 hours. But it's solid, it's predictable, it's amazing. And it only took 17 months to get there.
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Boston?! Sweet!!!!
And I'm glad to hear Easton is getting gay sleep. Who knows what that would mean for the family?
You will love Boston. It's everything St. Louis wants to be. Trust me, I lived there for 8 glorious years. Now, most of those years were my "wild' years, so I might not remember that much, but here are three words: Fabulous. Public. Transportation.
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