I’m here. It’s just that my crazy circus of a life has left me gasping for air instead of blogging.
Today I’m recovering from my first ever (since having Paul) solo road trip to Michigan. My freakishly adorable nephew was turning 1 years old, and was having a birthday party that was not to be missed.
Upon arrival, my body gave way, and came I down with an insane case if mastitis (which I wrote about here). Boob infection, for those not interested in the Google search. It’s apparently caused by stress and fatigue, go figure.
My body caved, it was only a matter of time. I’m honestly surprised it took this long.
One of the worst parts of having Mastitis is that you have to nurse (or pump) through it, which is excruciatingly painful. I left my pump back home, so a nursing we went. A literal HOT DAMN is a I can say about that…
Even though I got sick, Michigan wasn’t a complete bust. We still had fun, and as always, the kids had a blast.
Paul tried on his Dutch costume. (He’s a dapper little dude, don’t you think?)
Spent lots of time playing outside at my parents house. I love their house, the house I grew up in. I kind of fantasy about raising my family in it.
This is Gage’s standard “I need more sleep, get that camera outta of my face” expression.
Introduced them to wildlife. Paul’s head almost got licked off by a Black Angus beef burger.
Took naps on Grandpa:
And of course, played a little “things on my baby” with Paul. Paul appeared indifferent, but I know he was less than amused.
I need a nap STAT. (my dad makes it look so easy, sleeping with two kids on his lap)
I’ll admit it. I’m feeling overwhelm with life right now. It’s all mostly good stuff, but still a lot of stuff.
This week’s calendar is shaping up to be crazy busy with the every day blah blah blah’s of my ordinary normal life. I know it’s just a season, and seasons change quickly. But today, I’m crying uncle.