My grandfather was laid to rest today in Utah. And I'm bummed. I doubt I will ever get up there to see where he is buried. To really see it. (and part of me doesn't want it to be that final- I'm not sure the whole thing has sunk in completely for me yet) And I'm bummed that I'm missing out on seeing my awesome Utah family. They're awesome, hilarious, and I love them. I only get snippets of their life through Facebook or blogs. Seeing everybody would have rocked so very hard.
Having three kids is kind of a big fat anchor to my house or at least the general vicinity. All of me wanted to just throw the kids in the car and just drive... but then reality had to ask things like "how are you planning on washing/sanitizing the baby's bottles?" and "baby eats every three hours- how's that going to work on the road?" also "you think cramming yourself in a car for eight hours is a good idea for your incision- we all know it's just hobbling around on the healing front." Stupid reality. It was just impossible, and I was exhausted. But I'm still kicking myself that I'm down here and everyone (no, really, everyone) is up there.
I heard from some of the caravaners that there was ice- snow- things I don't know how to drive in... so it's probably good I didn't endanger all of our lives on the trek up. Yes. Safety is good and all, but... I'm lonely down here!
Heh. I'm playing the world's smallest violin for myself. Waaaah.
I promise- I'll be better tomorrow. And pssttt.... Utah family! You can come down here, y'know! You're always welcome at Chez Ashley! (french requires italics- it just does) Come crash at my casa, people! (that's right- two languages. That's how much I want you all down here! I'm dusting off the 'ol spanish!)