Leaving in the morning

Tomorrow morning, I'm leaving for North Carolina and Cara's wedding. I keep pushing back my departure time later and later because I'm avoiding leaving the boys. At the beginning of the week, ambitious me was talking about leaving at 6 am, and by today worn out me is talking about sometime between 8 and 8:30. There are a few reasons for this though.

One is that Grady is going through a growth spurt. What an awful time to leave, as he's obviously trying to increase my milk supply! He's been nursing non-stop for the last two days and sleeping a lot but also restless. I don't want to sabotage his efforts, so he and I will be together until I'm walking out the door.

On top of that, Evan is getting sick. I developed a sort of cold on Monday--by today it's mostly gone, just a little lingering runny nose. Mike started with a sore throat last night, and I'm not sure how he's feeling today. And Ev was a little more tired than usual last night, and he came home from school just now with a note. The teacher reports that he was "not himself" today--Ev was sad and quiet and said that "it's a hard day". Doesn't that just make you want to cry?

So nobody is feeling quite right at our house, and I'm supposed to leave? As if I didn't feel awful enough about it. My poor boys, all three of them. This is going to be a rough weekend for everyone.