I think it's fair to say that I'm equal parts thrilled/excited and nervous/scared about our trip to Virginia this week. On one hand I'm soooooo nervous that the 9 hour trip will be hell on wheels, that Rylie will sleep like crap the whole time and that she'll miss her naps and just be cranky 24/7. But on the other hand I think...hey...it can't ALL be that bad. I have to give her the benefit of the doubt and unless something is really wrong with her, she tries to be a good, sweet and content baby. I'm so excited for all the things we normally do in Virginia. The people we get to see, the little traditions we've created. I hope we just have a blast and that Rylie is better than expected. I look at Virginia through rose colored glasses because I've always been there with Jason and we always have a ridiculous good time. So I hope I can keep my rose colored glasses on when I look at it after this trip because no matter how optimistic I am, even I recognize how different and difficult vacations can be w/ an infant.
With that said, I have SO much to do. Call the place we're boarding Oliver, call the vet and get his shot record. I also have to call Emory because Rylie's eye appointment is in 2 weeks and they still haven't sent us a new patient package. They'd better still have her scheduled...we've waited more than 2 months for this appointment. Then I have to to Target and get some trip essentials and oh...the laundry! OK, I must get off of this computer and get to work. How can I fit working out in this schedule? Ugh.