Anyone want to visit Chicago next week?

Christ, I hate (HATE) this time of year. Josh is leading a mission trip to New Orleans starting tomorrow, and he won’t be home until Sunday the 21st. Counting tomorrow, that’s NINEFUCKINGDAYS that I’ll be alone and on my own with Jude. Sure, I’m looking forward to the one-on-one time with the boy… Wait? What? Right. I get that every day. I forgot.

In anticipation of next week, I’ve been having mild panic attacks at random times. Lying in bed, trying to sleep–chest feels like it’s constricting. Washing dishes–heart starts pounds. Taking a shower–can’t stop crying.

Yes, I’m needy and co-dependent. I know it and I own it. Also, I’m really nervous about being on my own with Jude (that is, with no break. at all.) for nine days. I honestly don’t know what I’m going to do. I’m scared out of my mind, and I feel like I want to throw up.

So… Anyone want to come and stay with the boy and me next week? I’ve got lasagna and minestrone soup and rice and bean burritos on the menu. I can find an air mattress for you to sleep on and I’ve got clean sheets and towels in the linen closet.

Any takers?

Also, just wanted to let you all know that I’m now officially accepting all playdate/dinner invitations for the upcoming week (as long as I can get to whatever location in a reasonable amount of time via the CTA).

HALP!