... with the inevitable post-holiday let down. My dad left this afternoon (one day early, because of some impending weather, and an unfortunate need to be home for a funeral by Tuesday). I've sent the boys out for a walk while I contemplate the five days worth of cleaning I have ahead of me, and listen to Amanda Palmer/Dresden Dolls/Evelyn Evelyn and wallow.
This was the first time N. got upset when my dad left. Usually he doesn't get it. Today he wailed, "I want Papa to come back! Papa, come back! I need Papa to come back!" Which sucked.
So I will take my pitiful self and start unpacking. And contemplate getting back on caffeine, because I don't want to be draggy for much longer.