Current unfounded fear (perhaps I should try going the fuck to sleep): when the children and I visit my mother in the fall, people will think Will and I are in trouble because he isn’t coming with us. Which is because, you know, he has to work.
Originally, I was going to fly out alone for a weekend so mom and I could go to the New York Sheep and Wool Festival in Rhinebeck together. But then my sister’s wedding date ended up being just two weeks later, and flying out twice seemed so expensive that I decided to bring Sam and Grace and just stay. Except it only just now occurs to me that if Will flies out to join us for the wedding, we’ll end up paying for the same number of plane tickets as we would the other way around. Only now I am pretty attached to the idea of staying for those two weeks and seeing my east coast friends and family.
But now I’m all anxious for fear that said friends and family will jump to conclusions and the last thing I want to do is go around insisting that no, really, Will and I are so happy! Which we are, but thinking about defending it exhausts me.
GO TO SLEEP, ANNIKA.