"It's like my dairy."

Henderson and I went on a week vacation to Maryland to visit family. Looking back it was a great trip. Now had you asked me Wednesday I would have said HELP ME PLEASE. We went to D.C. Monday, Baltimore Tuesday and hung out at my Aunt's on Wednesday. We got to see majority of my family which, if you knew my family you'd understand that is very good. I only freaked out Wednesday evening (alone, nobody saw me cry) because the lack of sleep Henderson had been getting (30 minute naps & bedtime around 9:30-10) hit the fan. He was throwing fits like a champ. And my wonderful mother kept rushing to the rescue, now how did that make me feel you ask? Well I was livid.

Thursday I woke up feeling very sick and threw up numerous times. We headed for Virginia when all I wanted was a biscuit. Mom's quote was, "I thought we were just hitting the road." At that point I wanted to puke again. When we arrived in Fredericksburg I kept my head up and powered through the day. H & I both took a much needed 2 hour nap then went to dinner. Here mom kept trying to "help" with what I would consider rewarding him by letting him run outside. During a phone call to Adam, (he was home) I expressed my anger. He said, "Shannon, your mom is like my dairy. I love it but every time I eat it, it tears me up." He was so right. Later that evening my anger boiled and I did eventually snap at my mom.

The good news is , Friday when we were heading home all seemed well. Henderson was rested, and mom must have talked to dad, who knew my situation. Saturday, after lack of sleep hit me Adam sent me off for a pedicure, and early bedtime. So now I look back and say, "Wow, that was a good trip."

But now Adam will be leaving for a few days and I intend to hide in my house and stay away from people on my last week of track out to re-rest so MAYBE I'll be more patient when I return to work.