It's early. I'm typing in the dark from a hotel room in Baltimore. It's foggy outside and it feels like 5 in the morning though it's 7. Yesterday we drove down here - it took 8 hours. Sean cried a lot of the time - sometimes letting up when Amy Winehouse sang from the speakers. I might be sick of that album, for now. It plays in my head when it's not on.
We are on day 7 of trying to break Sean from his night time feeding frenzy. Last night was sort of ruined. 8 hours in the car led to not enough milk. Sean is not a public eater, doesn't like to be anywhere but a bed (I don't blame him, really). So naturally he was extra hungry last night. Things seemed to be getting better at home, had him down to a whimper from a roar, but last night he was roaring. I gave in at 3 AM. I do have hotel room neighbors to think about. I hate taking a step back.
Back to the road. Things didn't get off to a great start. We left at 10 and not 8. Also, an hour into it we were already having lunch at a rest stop. Sean dropped a chicken mcnugget on one of my new Ugg boots, leaving an ugly dark strip of grease across the top. It was my first time wearing them.
Things ended well; the hotel room is nice - has a little living room & kitchen & wide screen TV. James Joyce Irish Pub sits across the street and we went there for Guinness and fish & chips for dinner. I hope it's a nice week and we venture outside for a couple of adventures.
xo
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