Saying goodbye is always hard. That's the thing with having company, they always leave, and when they do the reality of loneliness hits even harder than before. I don't know if loneliness is the right word, maybe sadness or homesickness.
We have been spoiled. And now that the spoils have run dry, Parker is even more demanding and I am somehow slower than before. There was a half hour of madness yesterday where I could not keep up with his shenanigans and found myself in an endless battle. We are talking about a pouring a bag of almonds on the floor, getting into paint, rubbing his lunch noodles all over everything and squishing them until they turned to mush, and no napping kind of battle. I lost. But I have high hopes for today. We must keep moving forward, right?
