On the edge

Unfortunately we're not talking Lady Gaga's kind of "on the edge".... we're talking on the edge of going crazy... or having a complete and utter meltdown kind of edge. One or the other.

These last two weeks have been a lot of fun, but they have been so totally and completely exhausting that I'm not even sure what to do with myself.

Let's see... Tuesday (like two weeks ago Tuesday) I was cleaning the house because family was coming to town, Wednesday was Drew's birthday, Thursday was his one-year photo shoot (have you seen Cassie's gorgeous photos?) and packing to head to the lakehouse, Friday I was preparing for Drew's bigger-than-I-had-kinda-planned-on bash, Saturday was the big party, Sunday we packed up and headed home from the lakehouse, Monday Stacey and I ran the Peachtree Road Race 10K, Tuesday I was packing for Chicago, Wednesday we flew to Chicago, Thursday we drove to Wisconsin and back, Friday we spent the day in the ER (poor Drew caught a nasty stomach bug!), Saturday we spent the day with a recovering baby, Sunday me, Jason, my mom, and dad all got sick with that bug, then today, Monday, I flew home (alone!) with Drew (Jason had already flown home on Saturday).

It would be nice if I had a day or two to recover from all of that, but I will be up bright and early to head back to work tomorrow, and work will be a mad house.  Maybe you think I'm just being all "woe is me" right now?  I got a call from work today asking me if I could stay late tomorrow because it was CRAZY today. Our office has been closed the last two weeks so there are hordes of impatient, irritated people waiting to register their students for the upcoming school year (which starts the second week of August!).

And I won't even be able to help them out tomorrow because I have CF appointment after work (which will take even longer than if I had stayed late; I've already griped about how long these appointments are). Between sheer exhaustion and the stomach bug I'm not sure that lung function or weight will be where they need to be.

And then, as if that wasn't enough to drive a woman off a cliff, Drew has been battling me every. single. meal. He hardly eats. He hardly drinks. I'm worried sick about him getting proper nutrition and hydration, especially after that horrible bug. I would like to think he's just recovering and his stomach isn't quite back to normal, but this has really been going on for a couple of weeks. It's just gotten worse. I presume part of it IS the recovering from the bug, and another part is the picky toddler years, but.... I just don't know what to do. It's brought me to tears the past 3 nights. I've totally given up on the vegetable battle for now, I'm just trying to get him to eat and drink. Period.

Sigh........ I apologize for the gripe fest, but sometimes a girl has just gotta let it out. Like I said above, the past two weeks have been fun (minus the stomach bug part), they've just been exhausting.

I can at least say I am thankful for two things, 1) we left the house in decent condition before we left (I hate returning to a mess) and 2) we also did every single piece of laundry before we left. On top of that I returned with a suitcase full of clean clothes (thanks to that wonderful bug). Two less things to worry about!

Hopefully I will be posting some pictures of our wonderful adventures, but don't expect too much from me anytime soon!

Home safe (!) and sound

Hi everybody!  It's Drew here.  I wanted to tell you all about my trip back from Canada.  My Mommy will tell you all about the rest of the trip later, but I just had to tell you about the flying part, because it was the best!

First, our day started really early.  Mommy woke me up to feed me!  Lately she's been letting me sleep as long as I want to, but she wanted to make sure that timing worked for the day.  I didn't really feel like eating much, so I went right back to sleep.  I think this made Mommy and Daddy happy so they could get busy packing bags and loading them in the car.

After Mommy and Daddy ate breakfast they woke me up again to feed me and then strap me into that darned car seat.  After an hour of driving we got stuck in traffic trying to cross the border back to Buffalo. I sure let Mommy and Daddy know how I felt about sitting in traffic! Mommy thought that giving me a little milk in a bottle might help, but I hid the nipples to the bottles in the suitcase that was in the trunk.... hey, she needed a little punishment after waking me up so early!

 

Thankfully we finally got across the border and it was time for lunch!  For everybody!  Daddy grabbed some McDonald's while me and Mommy hung out in the car enjoying a much more tasty lunch (for me, that is).  Then it was time to head to the airport.  Lots of things happened that were very confusing, but I decided I'd given Mommy enough grief over waking me up early so I just chilled and watched them do everything from emptying an entire car to taking off belts and shoes and unpacking all their carefully packed bags.  Why are adults so silly?

We got to the gate with time to spare.  Waiting is so boring!

So I decided to listen to my iPod.

We finally boarded the plane and it was time for my next snack.  I apparently was a little tired from my early morning and giving Mommy grief in the car so I think I fell asleep.  Mommy and Daddy told me that lightning struck our plane shortly after we had taken off!  I wish I had seen it! I would have told Mommy and Daddy not to worry, that planes are designed to withstand lightning strikes.  Maybe I should have told the pilot that too because he sure didn't sound very convincing when he told the passengers that, "the instruments appear to be working and we should be fine to fly the rest of the way to Atlanta."

I had a great time on the plane!  I want to be a pilot some day.

Daddy and I played a lot on the plane!

But I eventually got bored and it was time to devour a good book.

But, you know what?  Planes sure do make you sleepy!  I think I get that from Mommy. I fell asleep again when we landed.  Mommy wanted to wake me up AGAIN so she could feed me and help my ears not to hurt, but thankfully she decided to let me sleep in Daddy's arm and just slipped my paci in my mouth.

Check out our plane!  See?  You can't even tell it was hit by lightning.  Mommy and Daddy worry over the silliest things...

 

I can't wait to fly again, though Daddy says that won't be happening for a long time.  He had promised me if I was good we could do lots of flying, so I was VERY good.  But I guess Daddy's slight fear of flying wasn't helped any by that lightning. I'll just have to remind him how much I LOVE being stuck in cars....