My parents just left after a week-long visit and I’m sad.
The day after kind, helpful company leaves is always tough, for many reasons. One, I’ve just lost a huge help in terms of cleaning and food prep and all the energy it takes to give attention to Dylan. Two, Dylan gets very used to all the constant, undivided attention during the visit and he’s usually more needy and whiny than usual after they leave, and I’m left to deal with that. Three, I’ve just lost rational, adult humans to talk to and eat with every day. It highlights just how isolated and alone I often feel on a daily basis, despite my growing efforts to reach out and meet new people with whom I can meaningfully connect (which is a struggle and a whole other post of its own).
Plus, fourth, the leaving highlights just how far away from family we are and how much that sucks. We’re coming up on second baby’s birthing time, and I’ve had to arrange a phone tree of sorts of local friends who can keep my son alive while we wait for family to hop on a plane and get here once I go into labor. I suppose it’s time to find some babysitters in the area we can call and *gulp* actually pay to watch my spawn from time to time, but that’s just not the same as having grandma and grandpa just across town.
Not long after Bamma and Pa-pa left, I looked at the forecast on my phone. Readers, fellow Psychos, you all know how much the weather affects my mood. The last two days have been mercifully sunny and delightfully warmish for this time of year in the Pacific Northwest, and I did my best to enjoy them. We got outside and went to parks, synthesized some vitamin D and some sanity. Well, wouldn’t you know it, in a few short hours the skies are going to open up again with a series of storms with no end in sight, says my irrational sad brain. Ah, symbolism. You stormy bitch.
So, visits are hard. They are fun and exciting and something to break up the often horribly mind-numbing sameness of my days…but once they are over, the sameness I return to seems to become even more mind-numbing.