At Home

We returned to Seattle late Tuesday night and drove to Wenatchee on Wednesday. It was a nice drive with a long stop in Issaquah. It feels so strange to be home and it feels very comfortable too. We have so smoothly transitioned back into our old routine...I hate it. I hate that we transitioned so easily. It isn't fair to my mom. I feel very depressed all the time and try hard to keep a happy face while out and socializing...but breakdown atleast once a day, in Matt's arms, sobbing.

Sam feels good here. He has been so happy and sleeping so well at night. Arlo is doing fine. He now weighs 14 lbs. 14 oz. and is 24 inches at 2 months of age. He'll have some tests coming up to determine why he had the kidney infection and hopefully he'll be able to stop the antibiotics soon.

Today has been a rough day for me emotionally. When I think that socializing is the best way for me to move on, I really just want to be at home with the boys watching movies and reading books...in my pajamas all day with no agenda.

"You can't prevent the birds of sorrow from flying over your head, but you can prevent them from making nests in your hair."