Take a trip.

C. and I had to go out of town for my job this past week. It's something new that my work is trying with me, this was a trail run. Traveling with a baby is always a daunting task, traveling in general is always a daunting task for me anyway, usually I bring everything and the kitchen sink. Now through a bunch of baby stuff in there, and you have a real fiasco on your hands! So we packed up and shipped off on Tuesday and got back yesterday afternoon, B. had to come and get us early because C. projectile vomited yesterday morning on the way to my office and I was convinced she was sick with some awful stomach bug. Babies and stomach viruses horrify me, but that is another story. We finally made it home and we were both so worn out, I mean slap worn out, exhausted. C. did wonderful the whole time we were gone, but I knew she was worn out, and I was ready to get home, light the Christmas tree and relax, and most of all I was missing B. One of the best feelings in the world is when you haven't seen your other half for a while and then you get to see them. It is an awesome feeling.
So last night we had some apple cider and rum, watched one of my favorite movies of all time "Love Actually," and spent a much needed, relaxed night together, thankful for each other and thankful to be home.