It's been an exhausting weekend, both physically and emotionally. I went to a pilates mat certification class which was fantastic, and now my entire body feels like it's stretched just a little too tight. I can feel exactly where every one of my core muscles originates and ends. And it sort of feels good, sort of feels like I want to cry.
I saw my neice and nephew this weekend and that's always fun. It's amazing how they can be so cute and so terrifying within seconds. My nephew told me a story about how the bunny in the yard had a birthday party with a chipmunk, a mouse, a squirrel, and the cast of "Madagascar". And then my neice had a melt down the likes of which I have never personally witnessed. It rivaled anything I've ever seen on "Supernanny". It lasted over an hour. But when all was said and done and she was on the sofa, red, puffy eyed, and completely spent, she just wanted to know if I still loved her even though she was naughty. I said no.
I'm kidding! The poor thing looked so concerned that I actually might not love her anymore, it made me want to cry.
And then, this weekend, I did cry.
My grandfather passed away on Saturday night. He died peacefully. He was able to stay at home on his own terms until the very end. He lived a good life. I tell myself these things, but I'm still crying.
Much like my neice, I am completely spent.
And still, life goes marching on.