Warning: brain dump ahead.
It's been a little over a week. The guests are heading home. I'm rather glad. I'm tired of having other folks around and just want time alone with my family. Neither Alan or myself are truly very social people and having so many people around in our space is rather overwhelming. While we appreciate the concern and help, we're truly ready to be alone.
I'm grateful for my children who all take such good care of each other. And play well together. And fill the house with noise. It's a reminder that life goes on.
The kitchen is full of food from so many wonderful friends. It seems like every time I turn around, more food has shown up in the house. This means I don't have worry about feeding the kids or running to the store which is awesome.
I'll admit I'm not so thrilled with the florist showing up. We don't do flowers well around here so I'm sure they are all going to die. Not what I need right now.
I'm a little tired of answering the how are you doing question. Part of me wonders if I should really answer it the way I feel but I'm sure that would not be considered polite.
I'm very grateful for my husband who has been picking up so much slack and taking care of the kids so I can just rest. He's been a rock lately even though I know he has his own nightmares running his head right now.
Anyway, it's been a week. One we hope to never repeat. But one with a purpose. I just haven't figured out what that is quite yet.