Empty Old Nest

So, it's been four days since my daughters, son-in-law, and grand daughter headed home to New Mexico. The weather has pretty much fit my mood: grey and gloomy. I don't even seem to have the energy to put the house back in "order". By this I mean putting up the various baby items; the jumper-roo, play-pen/porta-crib combo, high chair and an assortment of 0-3 month age appropriate toys safe for my little angel. I can't seem to muster up the where-with-all to remove the car seat and stroller from the Suburban. It's like I'd be giving up my "Proud Gramma" badge. Then there are the the precious finger prints on the mirrored closet doors in each bedroom, and the gum and finger prints on the coffee table where she learned to pull herself up. At that point, she would then look at all of us in triumph as if to say, "I did it, and I knew how to ALL along! HA!" I'll clean house tomorrow . For now, this stuff makes me think that they will all walk through that door at any given moment, with animated stories of some local yard sale or small-town Sunday market... Bye for now. {:(