Leaving on a jet plane......
The rain is coming down and Nora's taking her afternoon nap. Hermione is taking advantage of the situation by snuggling up next to me. I can smell brownies baking in the oven.
My dad called this week. He wants me, Adam, and Nora to fly up to Indiana and visit. He's willing to use the money my grandfather left him to fund the adventure. Tentatively we'll be making the trek in May.
The trip isn't the news, really, it's more about my father and his approach to the whole thing. I could hear the fear in his voice, like we were going to turn him down. Honestly, I wanted to say "no." The idea of traveling with Nora, who won't even be a year old, makes me want to vomit. Adam is going to be a nervous wreck; he's only ever flown twice before and the whole process upsets him.
I'm relieved that I'll still be breastfeeding because we don't have to pack any bottles or formula. We just have to fuss with snacks and entertainment. And earplugs for the people around us. Ha.
Mom will be about six hours away, so I feel obligated to tell her we're coming, but I don't anticipate her being able to make the trek. To save money we will be at the mercy of family, both in where we will be staying and any use of a vehicle. (The whole situation is a nightmare to me, but Dad seems so happy that we're coming.) This mostly means that we won't be able to make the drive down to Alabama to visit with her, she'll have to come to us. Hopefully she won't be dragging all of my Alabama family with her. Ugh.
I had more to say, but I can hear her stirring. I guess that means I best end this and write more later.
My dad called this week. He wants me, Adam, and Nora to fly up to Indiana and visit. He's willing to use the money my grandfather left him to fund the adventure. Tentatively we'll be making the trek in May.
The trip isn't the news, really, it's more about my father and his approach to the whole thing. I could hear the fear in his voice, like we were going to turn him down. Honestly, I wanted to say "no." The idea of traveling with Nora, who won't even be a year old, makes me want to vomit. Adam is going to be a nervous wreck; he's only ever flown twice before and the whole process upsets him.
I'm relieved that I'll still be breastfeeding because we don't have to pack any bottles or formula. We just have to fuss with snacks and entertainment. And earplugs for the people around us. Ha.
Mom will be about six hours away, so I feel obligated to tell her we're coming, but I don't anticipate her being able to make the trek. To save money we will be at the mercy of family, both in where we will be staying and any use of a vehicle. (The whole situation is a nightmare to me, but Dad seems so happy that we're coming.) This mostly means that we won't be able to make the drive down to Alabama to visit with her, she'll have to come to us. Hopefully she won't be dragging all of my Alabama family with her. Ugh.
I had more to say, but I can hear her stirring. I guess that means I best end this and write more later.
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