bittersweet

I've been in a dour mood since we got back.

I'm sure it's just the post-vacation blues.

(At least I didn't cry the entire flight back like some people (Lexi) I know. That would have been awkward.)

After a warm sunny weekend, the rain and hail returned and with it, a dead rabbit washed up in the ditch, next to our driveway. Oh the wailing.

When the temperatures dived, the dirty heaters came on and set off the fire alarm at 3 am. Oh the shaking.

So after I contacted the county to pick up the misidentified piglet/bunny - should I call the eye doctor too? - I cleaned all the heaters because they are calling for hail and snow this weekend.

Blech.

(Aren't you glad you stopped by?)

But it's Greg's absence that weighs on my heart.

Both kids spontaneously started sporting bandannas this week, to look like Daddy. Every moment seems to be followed with, "I can't wait to show/tell Daddy about this."

Our vacation brought us closer together, and made the gap more painful now that we are back to our regularly scheduled life.

I'm reciting the spiel I gave Lexi on the way home to myself now. That our life is good, even though I'm just not feeling it right now.

Here's hoping it does the trick.