Velvet And Sandpaper

The house is quiet. After 3 weeks of guests that included cousins and our own kids, finally it’s just me and Raj again.

Back to the routine Raj and I are comfortable with.

Back to cooking only if we want to, and eat whatever is easily made.

Back to no mess on the kitchen table where she was making the beautiful velvet barrettes that she didn’t want to spend $$ on.

Back to just one dishwasher load a day as opposed to two or sometimes three loads a day.

Back to not tripping over games, carom board, laptops, dishes from late night raids on the fridge strewn all over the family room.

Back to watching what we want, instead of fighting over whose turn it is to pick what to watch.

So why do I feel like an elephant just sat on my heart and won’t move.

The truth is, whoever said it gets easier with time had no idea what they were talking about or must not have had kids.

It. never. gets. easier.