We got back last Monday after a No Internet Available 2 week jaunt in Iran. This trip was better than the last several trips by a factor of like 200. Traveling with potty trained verbal person is far, far better than traveling with what amounts to an incontinent chimpanzee. However, we are never, ever flying KLM again - give me Lufthansa with direct service to Dallas any day.
Yeah we got back on Monday and got our asses collectively kicked by jet lag (the Moosh) and tonsillitis (me). I'm back at work now but feel like death warmed over.
This is the first week on the Sunday - Thursday schedule, and what does R do? He totally bails on watching the Moosh tomorrow morning, necessitating emergency plans involving my mother. I love my mother but she sucks with emergency plans. "Well I KNOW I promised to be your backup person in case R had to work, but I have to do things tomorrow so can you stay up until 1 PM when I get home?" I told her I could, because I never expected her to never make plans on Sunday to do my bidding, but staying up until 1 PM is likely to be miserable for me. She caught the negativity in my voice when I agreed to wait up for her, and Drama ensued. It was a an awful fucking day and I would really like to bitch slap R for jumping ship on me the very first weekend I needed him to watch the Moosh.
As soon as I get the pictures loaded on flickr I will post a link.