I’d like to say I am not concerned at all–that I am looking forward to it. But that is just not the case.

The hubs is leaving town today returning Sunday. Leaving me alone with Sun for four days. In a row. One of his best friends is getting married in L.A. When Captain Sarcastic and I married in San Diego, five friends joined us. This friend was one. Plus, CS is standing in the wedding. No way he wasn’t going. Even when we thought Sun would arrive around July 10 (her due date), I insisted he go. I was more concerned that she’d be late and his trip would need to be canceled. But when she came early, we thought me being alone with a seven-week old would be a cake-walk. See how little we know about parenting??

So he’s off this afternoon. And Sun is still not sleeping more than four hours at a stretch. And now that she’s on some formula each day, she is having a lot of stomach aches. Lots of crying and quivering of the lower lip.

I have confidence we both will survive, but I am not looking forward to the next four days. Wonder if a slice of wedding cake can withstand a five hour flight.

P.S. This wedding will be a traditional Indian wedding. It is going to be a four day blow-out. I so wanted to attend but knew traveling with a very young infant would be far worse than staying home with one. But, boy, am I jealous of CS!