I was carrying/wearing a sleepy baby and packing up.
The year end parties tend to get a little wild, and I knew that it would be in my best interest to spend the night at my parents' house. If the little man didn't have a nightly crab-fest from 8pm to 10pm, I would have happily stayed at the party. But, since he's quite the fussy boy for 2 straight hours, I made the short trip (10 minutes) to the place I was raised.
Kid and I had such a great time.
His Mootzie (my mom) loves him to pieces, rocked him, and smothered him in kisses.
His Pa (my dad) made silly faces and got a few genuine smiles from the peanut.
And me? I took up space on the couch, had a home cooked meal that I didn't cook, and snoozed when I could. It has been heavenly.
My mom has already planned quite the day for us:
I have strict orders to stay on the couch until they return home from breakfast with a meal for me.
Pa has orders to babysit Kid, while
Mootz and I run to Target (this used to be our go-to stress relief, when I still lived at home).
Upon our return, we will take Kid for a walk. Then, my sister and I will occupy the couch again.
And while today won't be productive, I look forward to the relaxation. I've allowed myself to get way too tired over the course of these last two months, and I think it has started to catch up to me.