I knew even Saturday morning that I needed sleep more than the visit home, but I wanted to help Mom put up the Christmas tree, since she's only four weeks post-surgery and still can't lift much on her own and I didn't want her to push it, and I wanted to see my family, of course. I was to have caught the bus home to my parents on Saturday but called them that morning to say I needed another day to sleep and catch up around here, so I returned home Sunday instead--and soon realized I'd uncharacteristically told my dad the wrong time to pick me up at the bus station. When I called home to let him know, Mom said he was out for a walk. After finally arriving at my parents' house around 9 am, I felt half-asleep again and ended up napping in my former bedroom until about 2:30 in the afternoon, only waking because Mom knocked on my door to let me know my brothers would soon be there. The exhaustion just dogged me the entire visit. I went to bed Sunday at 9 pm but woke up around 3 am and read til joining Mom when she got up at 7. I napped from 1-4:30 pm Monday but then only slept from 10 pm to a little after midnight, reading the rest of the night. I somehow stayed awake on the bus's return-trip today, finishing the last of the three books I'd packed for the trip, but then crashed once back here at the apartment and slept from noon-5, only rousing myself because I needed to run out for salad things for supper. The book trilogy I'd decided to reread the past few days was The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins, and the disturbing world of the three books coupled with my collapsing into sleep, or confusedly emerging from it, all weekend added to the muddled-brain feeling. We all had a great dinner Sunday, though, and Mom and I did get the tree up Monday morning, so all was well, even if I felt a bit like I was underwater the whole visit.
The yard was coated in frost Monday morning, and the deck in ice, but the snow held off. Despite the rain, my younger brother got a deer on the first day of buck season, and when my two-year-old niece saw it in the back of his truck, she commanded him and my nephew to "Wake it up! Wake it up!" Sweet angel. My older niece also simultaneously broke my heart and made me smile when I learned that after having eight inches of her hair cut off a couple weeks ago, she came home and wrote out a Christmas wish list and the first item on it was "My hair." These girls! It is so wild and funny and heartbreaking and beautiful to watch them grow up. Here's a minute and thirty seconds of Mom with little Bianca:
Sweet, sweet, sweet. And so begins December. ♥