I spent the last half of the week in Chicago on a business trip. John Bear was there as well for a conference. We found an hour for dinner and site seeing.
The bean is a lot cooler than it seems in pictures.
But not nearly as cool as my aunt Terri and uncle Larry.
Chicago, as always, is beyond cool. But this time I wasn’t in the mood for the city.
Having just moved into our first cozy home on our first quiet street I just wanted to get back to it. And to top it off, I caught my first cold since May. I’m convinced it’s because I cut smoothies out of my morning routine when the blender was boxed up some where.
We came home to find Benjamin worse off than his mommy. We’ve both been horizontal all day with a John Bear at our side. There really is no doubt about it anymore. I am so far from a single mom now. I am not even a married single mom. I have a wonderful man who would do anything for both of us.
I can’t even fathom how I managed so long without him and he keeps reminding me, when I get twinges of fear at the idea of having another child, “you’ll have help this time.” More than help. He has no idea. It’s not just about having help, but at the very end of the day that’s what counts, what builds a foundation to help you into the next. Knowing there is someone who has your back, no matter what.
I have a new name, for the new blog… and the book. The single mom title will be formally retired soon enough, I know some of you are antsy to see it go. I don’t mean to be using the title still, it’s just here and changing and moving a website of this size isn’t as easy as it seems.