It’s been a rough day around here. Carson woke up burning hot and fussy, and what do ya know- he has another ear infection. Of course, as luck would have it, we’re leaving for vacation tomorrow. I’m just hoping tubes aren’t in the near future… Anyway, he had been a true piece of work today which left me up a creek as I hoped to devote the day to packing.
Thankfully, we both received a much needed reprieve tonight as a sweet closure to a not-so-good day. First, as Carson laid on my chest for an entire hour of Sesame Street tonight, I had flashbacks to his newborn days when we would spend hours daily snuggling chest to chest. Even better, his typical bedtime routine went out the window tonight as he just wanted me to hold him close and rock him to sleep. I rocked him well after his eyes had closed, just thanking God for blessing me with such an amazing little boy- even on days filled with tears and tylenol.
So, like I said, we’re off to the Outer Banks tomorrow afternoon. I can hardly contain my excitement, for I think we all desperately need a vacation. There’s just something about those familiar sights, smells, and sounds of the beach that bring a sense of calm and peace to my overloaded mind… though that might be a bit different this year when three wild little boys are let loose in the surf and sand. 🙂