After a long, long, looooong week of traveling (2 states, 4 different houses, 5 plane trips) I am happy to be back in this stinky, dirty, wonderful town. Traveling is exhausting, man. I need a vacation from my vacation.
- Watching Will meet his great-grandma for the first time. (He promptly bit her. No finger is safe around this kid.)
- Seeing Missy and Jeff, even if only for 20 minutes. I'm not saying Will peed on their floor... (He totally peed on their floor.)
- EATING. As soon as my toes touch Midwestern soil I chow, peeps. (Saturday's menu: Breakfast: 3 blueberry pancakes with syrup, 2 sausage links. Lunch: a chicken kebob, 1 hotdog (minus the bun. They get in the way), cole slaw, baked beans, 2 bites of Matt's hamburger, 1 chocolate cupcake, assorted snatches of gooey butter cake (it's not a real slice if you're just nibbling, right?). Dinner: 2 vegetable kebobs, a hamburger (no bun, natch), cole slaw, beans, more gooey butter cake... I think there was some wine...
My beloved schedule went to hell in a handbasket. There is nothing like traveling to make a Type A personality feel realllllly clenchy. Delays. Feeding schedules. TIME ZONE CHANGES. You thought I was neurotic before? You should see me when my day is off by an hour. If you really want to see me geared up, add in a little infant constipation to the mix. Good times. Can't wait to do it all again at Christmas.