My life took a turn that I hadn't planned on and I took a few days (okay, almost the entire week) to feel sorry for myself over it.
The very thing I had been so sad over just a few months ago has reversed itself and I was feeling all mopey over it in reverse.
My briefly empty nest is now quite full again. My once quiet mornings are now teaming with life. Poor me, I have to endure giggles and laughter, tears and tantrums, hugs and smiles, watch me's and don't touch that's, all over again.
I hope you know me well enough now to hear the tongue in cheek tone I am saying all that with.
I wish I could say that I was so optimistic about all of it from the start but I wasn't. I was rude and arrogant, disappointed and discouraged, self righteous and self pitying and then I woke up to the fact that I am indeed a blessed woman who was behaving like a spoiled child.
At the height of my selfishness I had a hissy fit to my husband over the fact that the once full gallon of milk was now an empty shell laying in the garbage and I had no milk for my morning coffee. I mean how dare my grandchildren nourish their bodies before I could splash a bit of the white stuff in my cup. Sheesh!
Embarrassing I tell you...embarrassing.
Why does it take seeing ourselves at our worst to make us take a closer look in the mirror? Thankfully, I am over it now. It took me a bit longer than it should have to realize that this was hard on all the parties involved. That things happen in life that cause families to come together and that there is no other place that I would want my grandchildren and daughter to be (until mommy is ready to move out with them on her own) than under our roof.
And just to avoid another hissy fit, I am making sure to keep my little creamer filled with milk hidden in the back of the fridge.