At four thirty this morning, coinciding with Eli's THIRD waking of the night, Jim departed for Orlando for a work conference. Yes, for those of you good at retaining details, this is the trip we were ALL supposed to go on. But alas, hotel plans and flight plans changed and we weren't going to be able to bring my little sister along to keep me company without booking a separate room. In the end it seemed like a bad idea, perhaps, anyways, for me and two kids and my nineteen year old sister to have to sit around the hotel for five days until the conference was over just to spend a day or two at Disney, especially when the kids are really too young to appreciate it anyways. But STILL. Pout.
I stocked up last night on groceries and baby food and yummy smelling hair products to comfort me until Jim returns. Also to ensure I don't have to leave the house for supplies while he's gone. I mean, I occasionally DO venture to the store with both of the kids, if they're both in good moods and fed and well rested and the stars all seem aligned, but I certainly don't want to risk running out of sweet potato puffs and milk when they are both cranky and petulant.
Guess what else I'm all stocked up on? These. Thanks to Swistle's recommend, I ordered up twenty of these bad boys several months ago, just because when I'm breastfeeding and have no periods, I like to make ABSOLUTELY sure I'm good to go before I indulge in a glass of wine or anything. (Anything meaning SEVERAL glasses of wine or possibly a White Russian, not, like, STREET DRUGS.) Of course, now that I have a period again, I shouldn't need to worry, right?
Except that I should say, I HAD a period. Now I am drumming my fingertips on the table, counting and recounting the days, and yes, friendly, reassuring, predictable as clockwork period, you should have been here YESTERDAY!
This is not the right time for Mother Nature, hormones, or stress to be screwing with my head.