It was a super weekend with 3 of the 6 kids and 2 or the 7 grandchildren. I had been fearful of the chaos that I thought would be created by the annual"fly-in breakfast". That went so smoothly, without a whole lot of pressure. The whole weekend was just "good", I don't know how else to describe it.
Within an hour after the family drove away I had this dread, heaviness, sadness, ache inside me. I was lonely, sad, grumpy, empty...... and I retreated into a quiet shell.
So what was that all about? How can I prevent another attack? Maybe I just accept it, live it and learn to let it go..... but I am a Grandma for heaven's sake. Am I not supposed to be mature enough to not let the monday blahs ruin my day? Will I ever 'grow up'?
Oh, well. Now it is wednesday and I am no longer grumpy but I still have remnants of monday hanging around my heart......