At 5:30 this morning I drove Bear off to the airport. And he won’t be back for a month. He’ll actually be home for Memorial Day weekend, but I’m pretty much on my own until June 6th. I’m scared stupid.
So far I’m doing good. We made the hour long drive home just fine, he took his morning bottle and we cuddled up together for a little nap, he chilled out contentedly in his swing while I rushed around washing a clean bottle (because of course we only bought four. He’s going to be breastfed! What do we need tons of bottles for? Pbbt.) and measuring all his morning medications, and now he’s sleeping again back in the superfancy swing we bought him.
So now I should have just enough time to shove some food in my face and toss in a load of laundry.
We have a gardener coming later this afternoon because in the entire year we’ve lived here, we’ve never once pruned our jungle of a backyard and it has now overgrown into an epic forest primeval. I’m thinking that he is just going to have to handle seeing me in my spitup stained pajamas. Let’s be realistic here. I’m doing well, but there’s no way I’m getting a shower today.