I am home and able to post on this glorious Labor Day because I did not leave our family vacation a day early. After wrestling McKay for two sleepless nights in the family cabin near Flaming Gorge, I did not cry uncle and through exhausted eyes announce that the baby and I were driving home. Tonight. Not me!
Nevermind it was a day early. Nevermind that my decision to pursue sleep in softer sheets meant Matt would have to accommodate the wishes of our two eldest who would never leave the land of rocks and sticks a minute earlier than originally promised. Nevermind that it meant Matt would sit in between our two blabber mouths and their car seats in the sort-of-a-backseat of his dad's pickup for the 2 1/2 hour ride home. (Yes. He is a SAINT.) Yes, nevermind indeed because I need more than three hours of highly interrupted sleep to function, let alone manage perky.
No, I would never assume my in-laws could forgive such a sudden departure. Except, of course, if I (and McKay's red eyeballs and constant whine) announced our plans so matter-of-factly that no discussion was required. Really, McKay is cute, but after a solid 36 hours of off but mostly on crying, they too found the strength to wave bye-bye.
I would regret the decision a little more had we not had such an amazing night of sleep last night and were McKay not sleeping so soundly through his morning nap. ~Sigh~ Sometimes exiting stage left is all one can do to preserve a little sanity.