I’m so far behind on blogging and reading other people’s blogs, I feel like I’ll never catch up. The family visit is now officially over. To sum up the rotten air travel luck that my family had:
* My sister sat on the runway at JFK for 4 hours before her 6-hour flight to Seattle. I’m not sure how she endured that without throwing herself out of the emergency exit door with no parachute, but she did. You can probably guess the kind of mood she was in when she arrived, but she was fine by the next day. I wouldn’t have been, I think I would’ve been grumpy about that for weeks.
* My brother flew home on Sunday, and the airline lost his suitcase. It still hasn’t turned up. How does an airline lose a suitcase on a non-stop flight? One can only wonder.
* My parents were supposed to fly home yesterday, but their flight was cancelled. Which was really no big deal, since it meant that they got an extra day of Grandbaby Time, so they weren’t too terribly inconvenienced. They left early this afternoon instead.
I love having my family around, and this was a really great visit, although poor Catie is exhausted. I guess it’s the over-stimulation of having so many people around, and everyone talking to her and trying to get her to smile and laugh all the time. She’s totally worn out. Last night she woke up screaming every half hour, which she hasn’t done in forever. She didn’t need anything as far as I could tell. I’d bring her to bed with me, she’d fall asleep in about two minutes, I’d put her back in her crib, and we’d start all over again 30 minutes later. Finally at 2:30 a.m., I told Dave that she was going to sleep in our bed, and he agreed. She didn’t make a peep until 8:30 this morning.
Now I’m worried that we’ve established some sort of precedent and she’s going to expect to sleep in our bed every night, in which case she will be sorely disappointed. Mama needs her elbow room, and I don’t particularly enjoy waking up to someone trying to grab my nose and yank my hair out. Crazy, I know, but that’s just me.