Where Oh Where Has My Baby Gone?

In as much as I'm happy, thrilled, that my inlaws have the wee one, it's reaching it's expiration date and I want my cherub home. Before her feet soften from being carried to and fro.

It's a funny thing. I don't miss her per se, I mean I'm reading books, doing my Shred, about to go up and organize the linen closets and basement bin a bunch of baby blankets. But it's time, you know? Time to have her home and for us to all be together.

Except.

Except it snowed and the roads are bad and my MIL said "What's one more day?" and for some reason I can't imagine one more day although I know it makes sense.

It's like being home from school when you aren't really sick.
Sure, we needed a break and off she went but break time is over, Hubby feels better, I've had my slothful day, and if she stays away any longer it's like I'm tempting fate.

So I want to force the issue and make them drive halfway.
But honestly.
The roads are bad.
And she's safe.
And happy.
And there's nothing to be gained by forcing her home. Or them.

So another day.
Hmm.

I hope she still remembers us.
Shit. After 5 days of being catered to, at this point, I hope still likes us.