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More than a feeling

I love love loved Boston! I no longer love shoes. I also discovered that I do not love puddle-jumpers or red-eyes. In fact, I’m not sure I like flying at all anymore.  I certainly did not like that panicky feeling that had me pacing the aisle of the plane in the middle of the night. And I’m pretty sure Chris did not enjoying sitting in the middle seat so that I could have the aisle seat on the second half of each flight. So going forward there will be Valium or Xanax ingested before any flights. And once those prescriptions are procured, I will gladly go back to Boston! Cause just look at this city: Boston waterfront. Our hotel, the Intercontinental, is tucked behind the green glass building on the left. Boston Financial District The buildings rock! View of the harbor from the 4th floor of the ICA. Nice huh? So after the flight to San Francisco and the red-eye to Boston, we checked into our hotel Thursday morning and took a nap! Then at noon Chris left for his business meeting and I split to check out the city. I crossed the harbor and walked over the the Institute…

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Trapped – like a rat

I just put Erin down for her nap. I’m tired and thought about taking a little nap myself but I’ve downed too much coffee already so here I am. Its day 3 for me, Erin and Playhouse Disney; and it’s starting to take a toll on my nerves. Well, except those Imagination Movers – they’re ok in a peppy primary color kinda way. Jen, Erin’s baby-sitter, went on vacation Thursday and left me working from home the last 2 days. Not as fun as it sounds. It messes with my morning routine something awful. I should get up, get the kids ready and out the door, listen to NPR on the drive to work and then read blogs while I leisurely sip my coffee at my nice quiet desk. Aaahhh. Peaceful. With Kyle at camp all week, my mornings were already strangely quiet. So for the last couple days, I got up when Erin did, and we spent the mornings hanging out downstairs. Complete with the running around and squealing, banging lids and spoons, the tossing of balls, and leaving trails of cheerios for later(Erin probably had some fun too). When she went down for her morning nap, I would…

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