Reality strikes back
After a week of being jetlagged, overtired and over excited, reality has now struck all three of us to some extent or another. The little one is snappy and grumpy and won’t talk to daddy on the phone because she is upset he isn’t here. The older one is tired all the time and can’t seem to settle. And I’m lonely and feeling out of sorts. Nothing feels quite right.
We spent the day at my cousin’s today, which was really lovely and special. The kids had a ball playing with other children and a house full of toys and it was nice for me to sit and chat with my cousin and her husband and my aunt (her mother) as well as my own mother and sister. Extended family is one big reason why we made the move.
But, it all felt strange and lonely as well. I was always concious that someone was missing from the party. Okay, hubby might have been bored listening to us talk about old times and he might not know my family all that well, but he should have been there to be bored and eat too much pizza with us.
I know hubby is moving heaven and Earth (and the Traa dy liooar “time enough” traditional Manx attitude) to get here as quickly as possible, but right now the days seem long and the hotel room feels empty.
Still, I do have plenty to keep me busy, and I must keep plodding on through my list of things to do even if I’m lonely and sad. And I have to try to keep spirits up with the rest of the little family. I don’t want them to know I’m feeling sad and I have been trying to not mention hubby much so that they don’t start thinking about him.
This week, however, we are going shopping. Father’s Day is just around the corner and we need to get a few things bought. Cards and presents will be waiting for him, whether he makes it here for Father’s Day or is a few days late. Can’t mention what we get here, though, as it would spoil the surprise!
Tags: extended family, family split