I haven't been very good about keeping up with my blog. :( Life has been chaotic lately. I now have 2 extra kids during the day, one who's 2 months older than Squirmy (so 9 months now) and my nephew who's 9.5 months older (about to be 17mo). They keep me busy for sure.
I also got away from blogging a bit because my best friend was living with us. She moved towards the beginning of the summer. It was a mutually beneficial arrangement. Despite all the naysayers and warnings about having a roommate, the situation turned out to be ideal. Beyond a shadow of a doubt, she quickly turned from my best friend/our roommate to family.
*insert long discussion about immigration laws, politics, and other absurdities*
This weekend, my dear friend had to leave our home/her home. She had to fly back to England, a country she was born in but has never considered home. Her departure was harder than I expected. Don't get me wrong, I expected to be upset....just not this upset.
For those outside of the situation, it's hard to understand. So what? She went back to England, no biggie. But it is a big deal. She left not by her own will; she left upset; she went somewhere she hates under circumstances that are difficult; she cannot return to visit (and we don't know when she'll be able to come back at all); we cannot afford to fly to England to visit her; she is very much a part of the family; she was a huge part of our daily lives.
I keep thinking about how you feel when someone passes away or you go through a rough break up. Every little thing you do reminds you of that person. Every little thing is infused with a memory. Every little thing turns into something upsetting and mournful. That's where I am. Every little thing is setting me off. Every little thing reminds me of how she's not in my daily life. Every little thing is a haunting reminder that she's not here.
This sucks...yeah...that's all I got...