This plus going to bed at 9p means its curtains for this vacation.

Ugh.

My second favorite part of this week away (and week together) has been not having to pump. I dread it. And now that I’m thinking of it, I can hear it. That’s some haunting sh*t.

Tales and photos of the trip as soon as the depression subsides. (I wonder if the stages of grief have been updated to include the blogging stage.)