Nervous Nelly

Well our early St. Patty's day feast nearly went off without a hitch.  Big D's family made it here... finally.  They spent most of their first day traveling trapped in a Michigan airport trying to get on a flight to NY.  Their flight was, as you guessed, cancelled after they were already en route.... again!!! I shake my fist at ye traveling Gods and ask Why!! Why??!! I tell you!  I mean seriously, these people see their son and grandson like two times a year and every time they get the shaft.  Horrible :(  The good part is the rest of the trip was an absolute joy.

You know that part of a trip when you have people visiting and they leave and you are secretly glad to have your house back.  Not in a mean way, just in a glad the chaos and excitement is over and life is going back to normal way.  TOTALLY did not happen this time.  I was bereft. The next day the house was all empty and sad. Not to mention the one year old that has been constantly entertained every minute for 4 strait days and holey hell you better keep it up woman or I will LOSE it!!  So yeah, normal life was a little meh this week. 

The second hitch was the corned beef.  It just wasn't up to its corny goodness this year.  It was really just a classic problem of my meat being too big.  (Insert: That's what she said, joke here) It really needed another day or two in the brine.  So I left out the photos. They were unglamourous with a big grey streak in the middle of the meat where the brine didn't reach... Womp womp :(

On to my title post:
 Ever since everyone left I have been super anxious.  I mean, anyone who knows me knows I like to live it high on the anxiety scale.  Well, like is a strong word, have no choice is more like it.  Surprisingly becoming a parent has decreased a lot of these anxieties but inflamed others.  Overall, I would say I'm more relaxed now but every once in a while I get a wave of cracked out random nothing anxiety.  The worst part is that I totally know where it is coming from.  The endless energy of a family visit and running around followed by a lull.  Then next week we are going to Miami and hold on to your panties, I am leaving J with my Mom.  So I am obsessing over stupid crap that I can't control.  His reaction to my leaving, the amount of milk vs. bmilk I should have my Mom give him, planes crashing, my Mom dropping him, pretty much any random stupid thing you could possible worry about.  Oh and I have Tiiiiiiimmme to worry about it.  There is nothing to do here... arrrrrhhhhh!!!  I'm pretty rational about dealing with the brain vomit it just gets exhausting.

That said my awesome MIL brought me Delta airline biscotti and they have totally been helping me through this troubling time.  Why are these so goooood?