Welp – we survived the weekend away from home (read: AT A HOTEL) with Abby. She really handled the everything well. Even if the hotel provided a mini-pack-n-play as a “crib.” (Don’t try and call this a crib, people. If Abby had been 2 inches taller she would have been TOO LONG for this thing. RIDIC.) I pulled a mom-fail and left one of her blankies at the hotel (thank god her blankies come in packs of four) when we left, but other than that…no real issues!

SO, today I booked the rental car for our trip to San Francisco in NINE DAYS. I’m simultaneously getting more relaxed about it and yet continuing to freak out.

Example: I’ve made the decision (thanks to my Uncle Greg’s advice and others) that we will bring Abby’s carseat with us. And we’ll gate check it. I think.

See? See what I did there? I know we’re bringing the car seat but I’m still TOTALLY STRESSING about whether to check it with our bags or at the gate. Regardless, we’re going to be lugging our bags, carry-on(s), a toddler and a car seat through the airport.

Abby woke up at 4:30 this morning and I stayed awake after that thinking about it. About what to do with a car seat. Nine days before we leave. I’M LOSING SLEEP OVER CAR SEATS.

Tonight I’m being a baby-boomer-in-training and going to see The Cars at First Avenue. Where I will more than likely be hearing Ric Ocasek sing “You’re All I’ve Got Tonight” while contemplating whether my back can handle toting a 26lb baby down Haight Street in an Ergo.