My Paris clothes might still be in the suitcase and I haven't yet removed all the boarding passes from my purse, but things around here are getting back to normal...emotionally. But that didn't happen before I mourned a little. Whenever Gabe leaves, I go through my own grieving process of ridiculousness. It's like a post-breakup montage from a bad rom-com. The process begins the moment I leave the airport and lasts about two days. It all goes a lil' something like this:
Eat piece of cake the size of a dinner plate.
Doze off for fitful two-hour nap.
Awaken to listen to Andrea Bocelli's emotional Con te Partirò. Sign along loudly and off key...and in English.
Fall to sleep due to emotionally exhausting duet with Bocelli.
Refuse to change out of favorite sweats. (This continues for at least 36 hours.)
Give in to at least ten solid crying jags, mix with staring at the TV for long periods of time with a frighteningly blank expression.
Demolish container of mac and cheese...followed by two cups of mashed potatoes.
Decide that I'm not that smelly, and can wait to shower tomorrow.
Youtube "babies laughing" and "baby goats" in an attempt to feel joy. Discover this plan works brilliantly.
Emerge from cave of sadness to make some irrational craft store purchases. (Remain unshowered and in sweatpants.)
Upon leaving my cave of pity, I discover that life without Gabe is, yes, considerably more lonely, but completely livable. The pity party continues in small ways...like shedding a few tears or treating myself to an iced chai...but for the most part I rejoin society.
And this time, in all that pity-partying I did something of worth: I pumped out my very first wedding project which I'll be sharing with you next week! I'm jazzed at the results, but crossing my heart that this place will not turn into Wedding Central. Yet in truth, my wedding is an excellent excuse to get a lil' crafty. And I'm loving it.
If you're a fellow sister in The States or Canada, I wish you a happy holiday weekend. If you're from elsewhere...I'm giving you permission to eat
Happy weekend, wherever you are...and whatever you do.