It’s been a lovely weekend and I did actually manage to relax and enjoy myself. And to stay out until 3 a.m. last night at Paul’s party — a crafting and music jamming extravanganza. In addition to seeing Radiohead Friday night, I spent yesterday shopping with Becca AND indulged in a much-needed manicure/pedicure.

As I was out and about yesterday, though, I kept having panic attacks thinking I was taking too long and needed to get back home to Quinn. Then I’d remember. That’s a great feeling — like panicking that you’ve overslept and then remembering it’s a Saturday. However, the waves of relief have been coupled with tinges of sadness just missing him so much.

Well, I just got back from co-hosting a baby shower and now we’re heading out to stop by Cameron’s birthday picnic. Then it’s up to Farfar’s to retrieve Quinn. I’m looking forward to the reunion. And the mile a minute retelling of all his weekend experiences.