It’s not the Windows. It’s my brain. Or lack thereof.
I haven’t really had a chance to recover from the twelve-hour trip last Friday. Saturday we ran all over Camarillo and Ventura finding last-minute list items for Anna and Sarah’s trip. They left with Grammie and Papa on Sunday afternoon, after the Mother’s Day breakfast at the Ojai church, and the dedication of my nephew Jackson at my brother’s church in Ventura. Two of my children are in Albuquerque tonight. Eventually they’ll make it out to Atlanta, and then spend a week in Mississippi, and then drive across the Northern states back home. They’ll be back in three weeks.
Jonah was a little heartbroken over being left behind. Naiah didn’t care much, once she was certain that I wasn’t leaving. I consoled Jonah with the thoughts of fun days at the beach, and dinosaurs at the museum, and the roller coasters at Knott’s. And took him to a matinee showing of Speed Racer. And Baskin Robbins. And he felt better.
But today he turned into this other child. It was unpleasant. I’m still not sure what to do about it. I’m hoping it’s just a bit of left over grief that will naturally abate. It’s terribly exhausting. And not pretty.
Tomorrow my goal is to do simple, easy, fun things. Things that do not involve shopping. Or driving. Or eating out. Things that allow for naptime. And reflection. And sanity. That’s the goal anyway.
P.S. The trip down was quiet and easy, and seemingly quick. That’s always a miracle. Thanks for praying!
I will never forget when Thad was about 2 1/2 I met a friend at McDonald’s for a “meeting” on day. We thought he could play while we planned VBS. WRONG. Without his big sister there, the boy had NOT ONE CLUE what to do.
Although I’m sure Jonah could give a Playland a run for its money, he might be feeling a void that hasn’t been there in his remembering.
Enjoy a day at home–everyone gets a nap. Glad your trip was safe.