Well, we made it. We're in Boise. For a while there I thought that the road would never end.
Will did really well on the trip up. He only got fussy near the end, and by then we were all fussy!
I've got some pictures from his visit with Great Grandpa Dale, Aunt Sue, and Uncle Pat, but I am not sure which bag my USB cord is in, so I will download them when I find it.
Okay, I have decided on what I want from Paul for Valentines Day this year. Usually I am just happy if he remembers to get me a card or some candy. This year, however, I know exactly what I want ahead of time.
My official request is for 1 day off. I want one day where I don't have to go to my job, take care of the baby, run any errands, do any grocery shopping, or do anything else that even remotely seems like work.
I haven't had a day off like that since we had our anniversary last summer, and even then I was too worried about leaving Will behind to relax. We got to spend a night in Layton at the Anniversary Inn, but Will was only 3 months old and Nina was watching him. No matter how much I assured myself that everything would be fine for one night I was still anxious to be away from him.
The only real problem that I have with asking for a day off is that it makes me feel really guilty. Somewhere in the back of my head a little voice keeps telling me that I am being selfish to want to have everyone else do the work for one day. I keep feeling that if I take a day off everything falls on Paul's shoulders and that's not very fair.
Is it wrong of me to be selfish, or wrong of me to feel guilty? I get dizzy just thinking about it...
