As you can tell, I have been struggling to update this blog as much as I have been struggling to stay awake past 9 p.m. on week nights. I have to go to Zurich tomorrow, where there will be a dinner, then a press conference the following morning. The dinner starts at 7:30 p.m., and I’m all like, “Who the hell eats that late?”
This will also be my first night away from Harper since we invented her back in March 2008. I still nurse her to sleep and when she wakes up a night (if it were an Olympic sport, yeah, she’d win the gold); and while Björn has nipples, Harper views them more as amusing things to pinch and pull and titty twist than as sources of snacks and comfort. He gets her to sleep during the day by holding her or carrying her in the sling, so we’ll see if that will also work in the middle of the night. Up until last night, I was worried that she would wake up without his noticing and crawl out of the bedroom to engage in all the forbidden activities she loves – splashing in Lilly’s water bowl, clutching handfuls of dog food and pulling on lampshades. But, last night, she woke up and the next thing I knew, she was sitting up, slapping Björn’s face.
I thought I would be freaking out at this point about leaving the family behind for 24 hours, but I think my zen-like state of calm comes from either having no leftover energy for wigouts or from the fact that I have decided to take the train instead of flying. And the chemical company who’s carting me down there got me a first-class ticket, which means I can finally realize my dream of bringing ghetto to the rich masses. Classy.
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