I thought for sure I’d have a few minutes to blog while I’m away. I mean, I’ve got two grandmas, two aunties and several friends here, right? Turns out, many of them actually want to talk to me and not just chase my kid around. Harumph.

-We’ve been visiting, eating, swimming, visiting and eating and my time here is more than half gone.

-Primo’s been saying “Daddy’s a’ work!” approximately 8614 times a day to everyone he sees. I think he misses him. He has said it so much that my niece started copying him by the end of tonight.

-Tomorrow morning I’m dropping Primo off at my mother in law’s for a few hours in the morning to play. I hate leaving him anywhere and I just might have an anxiety attack. She’s fabulous and cautious and loves him more than life itself, but I hate not being with my kids. Hate. A lot. I need therapy, I think.

-Tonight after putting Primo to bed I went to visit a friend in the hospital. She’s 17 for a few more weeks so she’s on the pediatric ward. There were so many sick babies in there…it made me feel like throwing up just thinking about it. I take for granted having healthy happy kids, and I shouldn’t. (She’s okay - she has a kidney infection so needs IV antibiotics and will be out Monday.)

-I desperately need to go for a run. I am getting fatter by the minute here.

-My mom is a great cook. We had the most melt-in-your-mouth ribs and rice pilaf tonight. Mmmmmm. My sister in law and I ate until we couldn’t stuff another bite in. Sooooo good. Hence, fatter by the minute.

That’s all I’ve got. It’s after midnight and I’m fading over here. Happy weekend!