With everything going on in our lives lately, and all the issues H-Man has had sleeping lately, I’ve really been torn about this trip.
On the one hand, I love my job, and I get a bit of a rush out of seeing all of our hard work pay off at one of our events. Plus, I get to visit some really cool places, and I work with some seriously cool people, so even these work events and all the craziness and stress leading up to them ends up being totally worth it.
On the other hand, life has been sort of ridiculous lately, and between all the stress and our hectic schedules coupled with the fact that H-Man has been sleeping HORRIBLY the past few weeks, well, I’ve been feeling lately like I’m just about the end of my proverbial rope.
I was running around like a little bit of a lunatic lately, trying to get everything done, trying to remember to pack everything, checking and rechecking my bags, trying to figure out how to make everything fit and still be able to haul my 6-month-old through the airport. And then this morning I accidentally turned off my alarm instead of hitting snooze, so I woke up in a bit of a panic, scrambling to get showered and changed and throw the last minute items into my suitcase before grabbing H-Man out of his crib and hustling out the door to catch my plane.
Luckily, my co-workers are pretty amazing, and between the three of us we managed to arrive here in San Diego in one piece and still relatively sane. (My boss even changed Henry’s dirty diaper in record time before our connecting flight left Phoenix. How’s that for teamwork?)
So now, here we are. And it’s time to get a little sleep because tomorrow the fun begins.
Come on, Henry. Let’s make Momma proud and do that thing where you sleep through the night. (Please please please please please).