Fantastic voyage

I'm home.

By all accounts, the weekend was a success. Beth and I enjoyed our drive, the wedding was lovely, and it was great to catch up with old friends. Cara was a stunning bride, and her husband (!) was very nice--they do make a great couple. I only really cried once, when Cara was dancing with her dad, so I was pretty proud of myself. I did laugh until I was near tears a few other times, which balanced out the crying quite nicely. But it was a lot of fun, and now it's done--Cara's married, and I'd be a happy girl if I never look at my breast pump ever again.

Unfortunately, Ev was sick the entire time I was gone, which made me even more anxious than usual. He's still not himself today--he's stuffy and a little feverish, and he wet the bed twice last night and woke me a few additional times just for good measure. That's how I knew I was really back home. Grady's right back into the swing of things as well. After staring at me blankly for a few minutes, he got right back to the boob. I have to admit, it was odd not being barfed on for two whole days.

It was weird--all my old cronies at the wedding were either married with no kids or still single, which is a totally different ballgame than what I've got going on. Not a bad thing, it just made me feel very un-hip (which I remember mentioning to Beth and Cara's brother Chris at one point). I tried to avoid talking about the boys because I can go on and on, and I didn't want to annoy or frighten anyone. I have a habit of doing that which I'm trying desperately to break. I'm sure I made an ass of myself in other ways, but these are people who have known me since I was ten so they knew what to expect.

The unexpected benefit of the weekend away is that Mike knows what I do every day now. I don't think he had a really clear picture of what things are like with the two boys at home. Now he knows first hand that Grady is a terrible napper, and the joy of cleaning up a diaper blowout. He found out how hard it is to operate on hardly any sleep, and he didn't even get the joy of trying to entertain Ev because Ev was sleeping half the time. A better understanding has been gained of why the laundry hasn't been put away or why there are toys all over the floor. I'm happy about this--Mommy enjoys being appreciated.

And now it's back to the laundry (that from our travels, and that which has been peed upon), back to the dishes, back to the feeding and wiping and playing and snuggling. It's nice to be home.