Mommy and Little II: Mamatography: Days 267-273

Mamatography: A 365 Day Photography Project. At least one picture per day of what you did that day.

This week has been hard. Really, really hard. We buried my Mamaw on Monday. Right next to Papaw. I think I experienced a lot of my grief before she actually passed away because we had some warning that she'd be going sooner rather than later. It has still been a very emotional tantrum filled week. And not all of the tantrums were Little I's. It has been a week and a day since she passed. Every day has its moments, and I'm learning to deal with/embrace each of them.

Sunday: The calling hours were on Sunday, followed by some family coming over and lots of singing. Little I was in a mood. Hyper, then angry, and reacting to every emotion being felt around him. He alternately asked me if I was okay and what was wrong when he saw me crying. He also told me, "Don't cry, Mommy," a lot of the time, which, as you might guess, made me want to cry even more.

He was very matter-of-fact about everything. He knows she died, and she's in Heaven with Jesus. He asked me at the calling hours why she was still in the casket, since she was supposed to be with Jesus.

I miss her.

This was kind of the mood for the whole day. Except when B had him running.

Monday was the funeral. Lots of family. Lots of tears. Lots of food.

And what is with the tradition of taking pictures of the people in the casket? I don't like it. To me it's morbid. But I guess it's different down south.

The day of the funeral, Little I in his spiffy suit.

Tuesday we traveled back from NC to OH. A 9.5-10.5 hour drive without a 3 year old. We left at 6am, and got home at 5:30ish pm. It started off badly when my mom asked me if I was crying--Duh--which caused Little I to start in on the, "What's wrong, Mommy? Don't cry, Mommy." We stopped at a Sheetz to get gas about halfway home, and I made it a point to get a frozen mocha with mint and dark chocolate. No whipped cream. That bit of caffeine and distraction got me through a lot of the rest of the trip.

The only way I made it through the last half of the ride home.

Wednesday it was back to classes and the rest of real life. Of course, it was rainy. I love rainy days. Plus, I got to sit in my car for a few minutes while waiting for a class and just watch it.

Beautiful rainy day.

Thursday went great... until bedtime. I thought he was in bed. I didn't even hear anything. I smelled it. He dumped a 1/4 bottle of soap all over my bathroom counter.