What the heck- twice in one day after months of not speaking a word? Why not.
Too much of a good thing. Have you ever been in a bubble bath, in a hot steamy jetted tub while your baby is sleeping? Sounds perfect right? Not exactly. Half way through I wanted the bubbles to go away, but they just kept coming. I tried to squish them away, but that seemed to do nothing. Then the jets got annoying and I knew they were the cause of bubble over load, so I turned them off and tried bubble squishing some more to no avail. Then I got too hot, I felt and looked like a steamed lobster. So, I got out and here am I, typing away and I want to wake up James because I miss him SO much. That's how I feel about this entire St. George trip Ricky took us on. Of course I'd rather be with him than with out him, but I kind of feel like I am doing the same things that I do at home, only it's more stressful. James isn't getting any sleep and his perfect schedule will be thrown off (Perfect= wakes up at 9 am, dad takes him for an hour so I can get some "mommy time" sleeping in bed, he goes down for a nap at 4 and wakes up at 6:30 or 7, just when my 3 episodes of my newest show addiction Grey's Anatomy are over, then back to bed at midnight, usually after dad gets home so they can say their goodnights,) I am a nervous wreck because I have to worry about finding how to feed him when we're out with out using the can of formula we brought in case of emergency, we probably over packed which means Sunday getting repacked will be a horror. I want to be home, with my sleepy baby cuddling. Don't get me wrong, I'd rather be here with Ricky than have him be miles away. I just hate being a bundle of nerves.
Sorry, finished the rant. Thanks for hearing me out. Here's a couple more pictures.