We were supposed to already be on the road an hour ago, leaving for Rome to stay overnight before our flight tomorrow back to the U.S. However, as tends to (constantly) happen in Toddlerland, CHANGE OF PLANS!
Sofia was up all night coughing, which meant Mommy and Papa' were up all night as well (might we have made a mistake with the toddler bed? We're beginning to suspect so...). So, we have to wait another couple hours, then we'll go bring her to her ped. Fingers crossed we right whatever's wrong. Our ped is starting to get worried about the number of times Sofia's been sick this past year. Doesn't comfort concerned parents when ped says she's "worried."
To make matters worse, I'm feeling like crap, too (head cold). Which is going to make all this travel really delightful. And did I mention my husband's on the verge of a nervous breakdown caused by Too much to take care of before leaving + being up all night with Peanut?
Wait, the title was "trying to stay optimistic." I guess I'm not doing a really great job at it. I guess...I just...I remember how TOUGH our trans-Atlantic "vacation" was last year (that word "vacation" makes me break out in a cold sweat now that Sofia exists), and I'm afraid. Very afraid. Hopefully that means I'll be pleasantly surprised.
Pray for me, peeps.
