Living on Brenna Time

Miss Brenna has some internal way of knowing when I am on the computer. Mere moments after I sit down she will wake up, desperate for my attention. Today has been no exception. Four times I have tried to sit down to answer emails & catch up on my favorite blogs (see the sidebar). Currently I am trying to balance my laptop on my knees while Brenna rests comfortably on my lap, head nestled on my chest. This is precarious, and far from comfortable. But I was noticing that our blog hasn't been updated for days. That's practically unheard of.

Doug has been out of town since Thursday evening. He returns late tonight. Assuming, of course, that he can get out of Chicago. Flying through Chicago is the worst. They have the highest rate of delayed flights. The past few times I have flown through Chicago I have been delayed- mostly due to weather. Why one of the busiest airports in the country is located next to a lake that seems to create it's own weather pattern is beyond me.

And, on the subject of airports, I am going to vent about the one we have here in Des Moines. It is called the Des Moines International Airport. A very misleading name. It should be called the Des Moines 5 State Airport- because you can really only go 5 places from here: Minneapolis, Denver, St. Louis, Chicago and Dallas. From there you can catch a flight to your actual destination. Aggrivating, to say the least.

But I digress. Doug was out of town this weekend so, timing being everything, it was the weekend his mother and step-father were able to make it up from Dallas to see the lovely granddaughter. Unfortunately they weren't able to stay long enough to see Doug.

I have so much that needs to be done. It is amazing how much I rely on Doug to be here in the evenings to help with Brenna. Right now I wondering if washing the sheets was a good idea. I hope I can get the bed made before he gets home....