Well, it turns out that GranElaine is needed out in the Boston area after all. It’s been tougher on my daughter than she wanted to believe it would be. So, I’m frantically setting up my mom with food, instructions, phone numbers so that she can, hopefully, survive without me here for at least a week. She’s going to take care of my cat, and I’m going to take care of my daughter. Am I ever feeling the “sandwich generation” press! I’m leaving early Tuesday morning.
I can blog from her house, and I will make an effort. But no guarantee. Wish me luck. I haven’t held a baby in more than 30 years.