We woke up at 3:30 am this morning, couldn't find Ruby's birth certificate, dug through every bag with no luck, crossed our fingers that they would let us fly back to Chicago without it, got to the airport late thanks to the birth certificate fiasco, were gifted the nicest ticket agent who was very understanding, boarded our plane at 5:45 am, Vivienne (the dog) whined the entire flight, landed, got picked up by our car service, sat in rush hour traffic, unloaded the car at our apartment, breathed a sigh of relief, only to realize 6 hours later that my bag with my breast pump was left in the trunk of our driver's car, who apparently lives 2 hours away.
3 words. Hard. As. Rocks.
Needless to say, I'm exhausted and will have something more inspiring to say later.
WE NEED NAPS.