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
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.