Covid and the pandemic suck.
Living 12 hours away, the first ten months of my grandson’s life, we only saw him on zoom. Finally, the stars aligned, the vaccines were all administered, and we traveled to see him.
Now he is coming here.
It is only a long weekend, but I am so ready to spend time with him again. He has gone from infant to toddler in 4 months. Even on zoom, you can see the growth occurring.
And did I mention how smart he is?
Everything is packed as we are all meeting at an Air BNB rental home nearby. We should all be there by dinner time. And then we have this evening plus two full days to visit. I’m in heaven already and I haven’t left the house yet. The final loading of the truck will occur soon. I have a list, so I won’t forget the things in the refrigerator. Plus, I have chicken in the freezer to pack in the cooler for Saturday’s meal.
The one thing I did not pack was depression.
Depression will be staying at home. There is no place for it as I visit with my family. I have packed my medication and have all the tools I need to enjoy my grandson. Depression will just have to wait for me to come back home. Even then, it will be hard-pressed to get me started down a new path to destruction.
So, I will let you know all about the visit when I write next.
Until then, I will be leading a balanced life with depression while I play with my grandson.