Oof. I'm scratching my head, trying to figure out what all this insomnia, vague anxiety and lingering headache could be about....
Is it that I'm about to wake up at the butt-crack of dawn, prepare the house for 6 weeks of our absence, install Z's carseat in the shuttle van as well as load our entire luggage flotilla into the back, try to feed/shush/tame Z all the way to LAX, fly to Newark (all hail the preeminent New Jersey city!) with a hopefully-napping-or-we're-all-f**ed toddler, hang out in Newark airport for 2 hours before catching another flight to Vermont, install her carseat in my parent's van and drive the hour to the lake house, all while trying to keep some semblance of Z's nap/eat/play schedule?
Or is it that we're going to be away from home? For SIX WEEKS. In a nonbabyproofed lake house. On a hill. ON A -did I mention this?- LAKE. A half hour from any reasonable grocery store. With two jumpy, excitable golden retrievers, a parrot who bites and millions of mosquitos carrying god-knows-what kinds of diseases. Without mom friends to make playdates with. WITHOUT MY FABULOUS HUSBAND.
Yeah, um. THAT's why I'm not sleeping.
Are we there yet?
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