Today is sort of a melancholy day. You see, we were supposed to be returning from a family vacation to France and Italy this evening. We had planned a sort of "last hurrah" type trip before the baby comes. (Travelling with three small children sounds so much harder than two, doesn't it?)
But, as you know, things got a little wonky for us this summer, so we decided to cancel the trip. It was a good decision. But still. It makes me sad to know we missed out on such a great trip. I'd like to think we are going to reschedule sometime soon. But there is that issue of the third child coming. Yeah, that.
So, I'm having a normal-ish busy Monday morning, instead of flying home from a trip. Hey, at least I'm not trying to entertain/sooth two small children in a cramped seat in coach, right??