So, apparently I’ve become a total woman (I mean that in the derogatory way, by the way.)
In my last blog entry I talked about how I was going to bed with this sense of heartbreak and longing. Finally, after about 5 or 6 days of it and desperately trying to figure out what it could possibly be and/or came from, I mentioned it to my husband. Without hesitation, he said, “Well, the Bear’s been gone in the last week; maybe you miss her?”
I immediately burst into tears.
My mom and dad offered to take over Toddler Wrangling Duty while my husband and I made the move to our new house, which was an incredible blessing. It saved us so much time and energy and really allowed us to get things done efficiently. (Plus, we got a mini vacation over the weekend to attend a friend’s wedding! Hooray!) And it wasn’t what most people would call a huge deal but I got to sleep in until 10 a.m. almost every morning, listen to anything I wanted to while packing, abstain from changing anyone’s diaper, stay out as late as I wanted, etc. for a WHOLE TEN DAYS. It was kind of amazing – something I haven’t had since our honeymoon.
But when he mentioned her absence, I realized that that’s exactly what I was missing. She’s been back now for a couple days and, even though there’ve been some crying spells and a little neediness, it’s been wonderful to have my little sidekick back to rouse me at 6 a.m. and make me have a productive day where I get outside and I have to stay positive no matter how I’m feeling. It’s good for me.
So there you are. No depression here – just complete estrogenal fits. Awesome.