Time just seems to fly...

We are in our final hours of our trip to Detroit and it never ceases to amaze me how unbelievably sad I get when a visit is coming to a close. Spending all this time with my family has made me calmer, more together and relaxed. I am dreading heading back to California where there is no Mom or Sarah or Doug or Tanya to keep me laughing and decompressed. I am extremely excited to see Patrick, but my days will again be lonely when he's at school and it's just Brady to keep me entertained.

I tried desperately hard to see everyone I could while I was here, but time didn't allow for everyone. I got a text message from Lynn yesterday that said "If I were in Cali I would be trying to see you. The last few times you were in MI my feelings have been hurt." The funny thing is that I let her know in May that I was coming, I texted her before I left AND while I was here to tell her I was around, but it remains MY fault in her eyes that we didn't see each other. I am the person who has to see about 8 million people during my visits (the number has increased significantly since Brady is now in the picture) but it's one ME to ensure I see her when she could have just as easily called me to get together. I am not shifting the blame onto her, but honestly, I did my part and she did nothing.

I guess next time I will need a longer visit to fulfill my obligations and try to relax a bit.