Letdown

You know the feeling you have when you come back from a vacation, and all of a sudden there's all this laundry and you have to, like, cook and go to work and do all that other bullshit that real life demands of you?  The post-vacation melancholy.  You know, I'm sure.

That's how I feel right now.  Because my parents just left.

Not that I did nothing for the four days they were here.  I made dinner a couple of nights.  I still did laundry and cleaned up baby vomit and woke up early and all that.  But what I did NOT do was spend hour upon hour dealing with a toddler and a baby by myself while also doing all those other things.  Because my parents are the best mother's helpers in the entire universe.

Cubby spent his days with my dad in the shop or the shed or the beach.  Or being pushed around in his wagon by my mom.  Or whatever the hell they were doing out there.  I have no idea, because I wasn't out there with them.  Charlie did many laps around the house, carried by his doting grandparents.  If I wasn't actively feeding him and he wasn't sleeping, one or the other of the grandparents was holding him or walking with him or playing with him.

They also did the dishes.  And bought food.  And generally made my life immeasurably easier.

But now they are gone, because all good things must come to an end and, you know, they actually live in Arizona and do have to get back to a life there at some point.

It was a really, really nice four days though.  And Cubby is going to be really, really pissed tomorrow morning when he realizes his great playmates are truly gone and he's left with boring old Mom and Charlie again.  But we won't think about that now.