We've got the blues at our house. You know, you do a fun trip that you've been anticipating and planning for, and then you go on the trip and have loads of fun, and then you get home and it's back to the daily grind and you're down in the dumps for a few days? That's where we are.
This past weekend was my brother's graduation from USAF boot camp and so the three of us plus my family (except my sis and her husband) congregated at a hotel in San Antonio and had a blast together. I think Shane especially had fun with his mehma and bopbop (how he pronounces grandma and grandpa). He might not see them often but it always seems like he remembers them, and loves them.
And now we're home again and I'm just so...low? Sad? Depressed? You know. The good thing is, this happens to me every time I see my family and say goodbye to them, so I know it will wear off soon. The bad part is living with it whole its here! And the really bad part is that Shane caught it this time too. He is just SO grumpy, even when he went to play with his cousin while I was in class which is something he usually loves. All I can do is take him outside.
What really broke my heart was on our drive home, he kept calling for grandma and grandpa. Then this morning when I was fixing breakfast Shane got my phone and was talking. When I asked who he was talking to he said mehma.
I can't wait until the malaise passes! At least I know it's temporary, and there's Christmas to look forward to!
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