Ah, our 8th and final day with the in-laws. The cup is half full, my friend.
I had baby duty last night. I brought the baby monitor into my room to listen for her. I found myself jumping at every little sneeze, moan, or rustling. I was so stressed that something terrible might happen on my watch or that I wouldn't wake up for her feeding. I ran upstairs into her room probably 6 times before she actually needed fed. k was cool enough to handle the 2nd feeding so I actually only had to do it once.
Because of the late night, k and I slept till 1pm (Montana time). This means we have just 3 hours until we need to get to the airport. That should give us enough time to pack while not giving us much time with family. As I said, the cup is half full.
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