Life With Boys

We’re on our way — the second leg of our journey is drawing to a close and so far, so good — dare I write it? Morgan is passed out across the seats (the benadryl finally kicked in and getting up at 4:30 this morning helps too.) Tyler took a power nap as we landed for our layover in Vegas and is going strong watching movies on the work laptop — thank god for the work laptop — but I’m guessing I’ll be checking in on work a couple of times while we’re away. This is an especially busy time of year when we produce our software guides — not exciting but a big project nonetheless. I’ve also just launched an internal intranet — the iWay. I’ve gotten several nice compliment on it and plenty of complaints as well — big surprise.

I’m not sure how I feel about this journey we’re on. While I’m excited to spend part of our holiday in Vancouver — I love the town, always have — I’m dreading seeing the Christmas tree on Mom’s grave. (Brian surprised Mindy with the graveside tree adorned with blue ornaments and a “present” of chocolate orange sticks — a holiday tradition — underneath.)

I’ve been doing very well all things considered. I lost it a bit last night when someone who just found out called to offer their condolences. The Christmas Eve party is going to be weird as well I’m afraid — I haven’t been at one since 1997.

But the people I love are along for the trip. Matt’s parents have been a great help with the boys so far — so I’m not the total stress case I normally would be. And through everything Matt has been by my side — holding me up along the way. I’d be devastated without him.

I’m starting to cry so it’s time to stop and play dot-to-dot with Tyler.