Walking Backwards

So Christmas has not exploded all over my house just yet, give me a few hours. Joe is home today (I have no idea where all of this vacation is coming from) and has smoothed out all of the wrinkles in my insane mind for now. He did have to pry the pastry bag away from my hands, but all in all he didn't have a hard time convincing me that we should be sitting on the couch eating ice cream sandwiches instead of working and driving ourselves crazy.

Baby H had his last day here before the big holiday break and we partied down, we ate edamame by the handful and kicked back the apple juice like it was going out of style. I've got a month now where it's just me and Nico hanging our during the day. I think that by the end of it, Nicholas is going to be clamoring to share his toys with the baby because mommy is boring. Right now, he is ready for a few days to ourselves, but a month is a little longer than I think he can wrap his brain around. Baby H didn't seem to understand that we were having a temporary recess from business as usual, because all he told me during my tearful goodbye was "kitty". He is only one, though, so I'll cut him some slack. I had finally gotten into the groove of our weeks and am a little worried about what is going to happen when we return from holiday scheduling. I'm also going to have some problems in the mean time I'm sure.
You see, the planning and routine in your day has to be elevated to a higher level of precision when you start adding more helpless human beings to the mix. My day has to follow a pattern or I might forget to feed someone or accidentally leave them on top of the washer. I know that next Tuesday I'm probably going to be at the mall and panic will slowly creep up on me as I wonder where I left the baby. I just hope that I don't cause too much of a scene.