If the website for Vietnam Airlines is to be believed, les tout Ho Chi Minh City will be at a beach or in Dalat this weekend. Flights out of here are well-picked over, much to our frustration. We were hoping to spend the weekend somewhere a little more relaxing and blessed with fresh air, but maybe we'll have to settle for another breakfast of birthday ricotta-pancakes-with-honeycomb-butter at the Hyatt here in town instead.
I might be too tired for travel, anyways. Sometime in this family has been waking up between 9:30-10:00 pm for most of the week, and not conking out again until around midnight, despite my best efforts to soothe her back to sleep. I might be a tad less tolerant of the sleeping-habits of a six month-old when the child in question was six months old nearly two years ago.
Sadie is soldiering on, tired or otherwise. We were late getting Madeline to school this morning, so we just dropped her off at the gate. Sadie immediately became upset; we usually go in with her sister, and today I think that she was upset about missing the chance to give Madeline a goodbye hug when the first graders are lined up after the bell. Then, she wandered into the Caterpillar Room at preschool this morning and promptly shut the door behind her, no matter that Chris and I hadn't really given her a goodbye hug or even a wave. But if she's happy, I'm happy.
PS - even if you, like me, aren't a fan of Dooce.com, this article from the NY Times is a good read (though I would argue that Heather Armstrong is more a satirist than a mommyblogger); it's interesting to find out about what goes on behind the scenes.