Too soon

I must admit I was terrified of having my first and last home together for two months. On top of that there were three drivers and two cars. My oldest and youngest go after each other in a way that makes me sad. So, I was on edge as to having them in the same house, making car schedules and dad scheduled and no one getting killed.

In the end I am so grateful. There was a bad fight one night at the beginning of the visit and a little snippy moments last night. The rest of it the held to their corners. They helped me with house work, errands and dad care. We had not one fight or issue with cars and driving.

This afternoon we dropped Liz at the airport to go back to Ireland. I hate just dropping her at the chaos of departures and not walking her in and savoring our last moments together. Before the pandemic when I didn’t need to bring Joe, it was our final time together until…

I held her and hugged her so hard. Then a car horn was behind me. Joe didn’t know what to do, she asked me to help her get her luggage to the sidewalk. I did that, got Joe in the car and drove away watching her back as she walked to the terminal. It was horrible. She is currently in the air over the ocean. I can’t wait till she moves home next year.