Gone Home
It has been a less than stellar week.
Monday sucked. Tuesday sucked. Wednesday was God awful, Thursday not much better. We went to lunch today which was nice I guess, but we're broke from Matt having time off and they're making him work tomorrow. 11-8. In Columbia.
He still hasn't sent off his immigration stuff. His mother and I finished it for him last Friday. He needs to copy one thing and I've reminded him every day.
And Moya still thinks that every car driving by is Nana and Daddad coming back to the house. Every nap she wakes up from she goes running to the dining room window to yell for Daddad to come in and hug her. Three times I've caught her running down the hall with a drawing yelling "Nana, I'm coming" because she's drawn a picture for her and is hoping she's hiding in Matt's room (the guest room). And every single time I tell her that they're not here, that they went home she looks so sad.
For half an hour yesterday she insisted that Daddad was outside and that we needed to go out and see him. She just knew he was out back working. She got upset, whimpery, a couple of times yesterday when I had to remind her they weren't here. But worst of all was Monday afternoon when I was trying to put a movie on because she was unhappy. I asked her if she wanted to sit in Nana's chair; (Moya gave us all assigned seats while they were here XD ) her face lit up and she went running: "Yeah, I'll get the door!"
Because she thought I meant Nana was home and they were going to sit there together. She looked absolutely devastated when I told her Nana wasn't there. I was the worst mom ever that day.
She still looks so disappointed when I say they're not here. She cries every morning when Matt gets out of the car and most of the week she's been completely glued to me.
It's very quiet and boring and lonely now and this week feels like it's been a year. They left on Monday and though the absence is still so raw it feels like it's been ages. It almost feels like they were never here except for the fact that they've left little pieces of themselves all over the house; daddad's knife sharpened pencil at my desk, Nana's exotic shower gel in the bathroom, tea from England on the microwave, the gossamer winged faery sitting in my bedroom, a stack of shortbread just for me that I haven't been able to bring myself to break into because I don't want it to be gone. The new swing set in the backyard.
It's been a rough week and to top it off our internet is barely working. This was definitely a week when a little more distraction would have been good. I'll be glad when it's October.
Monday sucked. Tuesday sucked. Wednesday was God awful, Thursday not much better. We went to lunch today which was nice I guess, but we're broke from Matt having time off and they're making him work tomorrow. 11-8. In Columbia.
He still hasn't sent off his immigration stuff. His mother and I finished it for him last Friday. He needs to copy one thing and I've reminded him every day.
And Moya still thinks that every car driving by is Nana and Daddad coming back to the house. Every nap she wakes up from she goes running to the dining room window to yell for Daddad to come in and hug her. Three times I've caught her running down the hall with a drawing yelling "Nana, I'm coming" because she's drawn a picture for her and is hoping she's hiding in Matt's room (the guest room). And every single time I tell her that they're not here, that they went home she looks so sad.
For half an hour yesterday she insisted that Daddad was outside and that we needed to go out and see him. She just knew he was out back working. She got upset, whimpery, a couple of times yesterday when I had to remind her they weren't here. But worst of all was Monday afternoon when I was trying to put a movie on because she was unhappy. I asked her if she wanted to sit in Nana's chair; (Moya gave us all assigned seats while they were here XD ) her face lit up and she went running: "Yeah, I'll get the door!"
Because she thought I meant Nana was home and they were going to sit there together. She looked absolutely devastated when I told her Nana wasn't there. I was the worst mom ever that day.
She still looks so disappointed when I say they're not here. She cries every morning when Matt gets out of the car and most of the week she's been completely glued to me.
It's very quiet and boring and lonely now and this week feels like it's been a year. They left on Monday and though the absence is still so raw it feels like it's been ages. It almost feels like they were never here except for the fact that they've left little pieces of themselves all over the house; daddad's knife sharpened pencil at my desk, Nana's exotic shower gel in the bathroom, tea from England on the microwave, the gossamer winged faery sitting in my bedroom, a stack of shortbread just for me that I haven't been able to bring myself to break into because I don't want it to be gone. The new swing set in the backyard.
It's been a rough week and to top it off our internet is barely working. This was definitely a week when a little more distraction would have been good. I'll be glad when it's October.