*Happy * Anniversary

The only thing happy about the Anniversary weekend is to report that the weekend is over. Yup.

Friday day I went out and reserved a campsite, set up a tent (I was damn proud of myself) and got the travel trailer ready. I grocery shopped. I cleaned. I packed clothes, coolers, baby accessories, dog accessories, and everything else besides the kitchen sink. It was exhausting.

Andy finally got home form work at about 7; and after he got gas, propane and beer, we were finally on our way out to the lake at about 9. There is daylight here until 11:00'ish, so it didn't seem that late. Hellooooo weekend!

We get everything set up, and then Andy springs it on me that he has to work in the morning. Red Flag! Red Flag! I could feel my blood boil.

He, after all was the mastermind that figured it was a great idea to go camping. But I was the one that followed it through. I was assured that his day wouldn't be that long. So, he gets up in the morning and was gone to town before 7.

Hudson had not slept all to well the night before, maybe because it was a strange place? or the fact that he caught a cold (still plugged up today, poor little dude).... so he slept for a good part of the morning. I cleaned some more because Andy was the last one to use the camper bachelor style before putting it away for the winter.

Some friends of ours came out for couple of hours in the afternoon for a visit. Thank goodness, because Andy never got back until 7pm! 12 hours (minus 2 or 3 with visitors) alone in bear country -- I was stir crazy! Not to mention on the edge of my seat ready on bear alert (one was reported in the next block)! He proceeds to tell me that my day would have been better if I would have been more social with them. Whatever. I explained to him that it was a family weekend, and I did not come out to have quality time with strangers.

Sunday was our anniversary. Yet another sleepless night with my teething, stuffed up baby. I get up and make breakfast. Andy says he has to go to work AGAIN! I started to pack things up, and he says that he thinks it would be a great idea to stay another night, so just relax!!! Give me a break! I snapped "Deep sea diving with sharks while on my period would be more fun than staying out here one more day alone!' He looked at me like I was crazy. No, I replied... Just lonely.

He apologized countless times.

I win, trailer back to town and he goes off to work. After a nice long, hot shower I went over to G&G's. It's always nice to go there, I get a break.

Andy shows up at 5:00 bearing gifts, and we went for dinner at the Keg. We had a nice dinner; reminiscing, even though I clock watched. I felt terrible leaving my baby while he is not feeling well. When we returned, they said he was very good... just had a famous Bumbo chair shit explosion. (*Note to self* Baby needs to wear onesies for as long as possible).

You get the picture.

Hudson fell asleep at around 8:30, I headed home. He slept maybe 20 minutes. This catnap led to a fussy, back arching, whiny baby who needed to go for a car ride at 11:30 to go to sleep. We ran out of options.

(I think that maybe it could partly be due to lack of cereal because he gags so bad from being so stuffed up.)

I am beyond exhausted... but today is a new day. Starting from scratch. New attitude, a tighter schedule again, and a trip to the health food store for teething tabs.