This weekend I was out-of-control bitching about nothing. Bitching about Ingrid, bitching about daycare and bitching about bitching. Dan gave me a look that read "Are you seriously still talking?" and suggested that he take Ingrid - solo - on his work-trip up to LaCrosse and see Grandma and Grandpa Atkinson.
Two days, alone, without Ingrid? What would I do? Oh no, here comes the guilt! But I've taken a few yoga classes (and renewed my love-hate relationship with Bikram), have a sparkling clean apartment and completed checklist - I am in agreement - that break was needed.
The past 11 months have been nuts. Dan and I have had many "what are we going to do about wedding/pregnancy/unemployment/family/Ingrid/daycare moments." With everything but daycare figured out - we're finally able to stop. Stop stressing about everything and every purchase. Stop talking things to death. Stop being so fucking crazy.
I can't wait for Dan and Ingrid to come home today. I no longer have to spend hours upon pointless hours job hunting. I'm looking forward to spending stress-free time with Ingrid before I have to go back to work in a few short weeks.
With a little bit of luck, a whole lot of work and positive thinking - everything truly does have a way of working out.