I'm in the final stages of loading up the family truckster for the LONG drive out to South Bend, Indiana tomorrow. My 3rd visit in the past eight months. To attend the most gut wrenching funeral ... for my dad's younger brother. A young man taken FAR too soon.
To say I'm in shock would be an understatement. Which is nothing compared to my aunt and my cousins. Or my father and the rest of his siblings. Our family has truly been blessed with living long lives ... I'm at a loss for words.
My uncle's passing, coupled with Sheridan's recovery from her tonsillectomy, adenoidectomy, and turbinate resection (also known as the week from hell), along with the bevy of workers who have traipsed through my house over the last week, have left me drained. Exhausted. Pooped. Sheridan had a hard week with the pain, the excessive vomiting, the nausea, not sleeping well, and the mom who's insisted she stay hydrated and medicated. There were moments that were quite difficult to bear ... for seeing your kid in that much agony is not easy.
We've had a busy summer. And Matt's absence has left me wearing many different hats ... such as sole parent, friend, schlepper, disciplinarian, maid, cook, shower giver, dishwasher emptier, laundry folder, play-date organizer, and toilet trainer extraordinaire. I've also been busy with the PTA, the softball team, the swim team, swim lessons, summer camp, hosting parents and in-laws and friends, working with the State Department, my Stella & Dot business, and attempting to not lose my marbles.
I tried ... but I just don't know if I succeeded.
If you have any extra bottles of energy, sanity, or clarity laying around, please forward them my way ASAP. I'll need them tomorrow as I make the 12+ hour drive. I'll want to pass them out to my family members as we cry and mourn together. Unlike my grandfather's passing just a few short months ago, these next few days won't be as easy.
My only saving grace in all of this insanity ... what is truly getting me through this awful, no good, very bad week ... is that early Monday morning (regardless of what time we get home on Sunday night) is the kids first day of school!! And you can bet your sweet bippy I'll be popping open a bottle of champagne at the bus stop.
After a summer like this ... I know I've earned it.