My family has just left to go back home after a successful visit to see the freshly sprouted Applet.

We didn't fight a single time and the whole thing was fun and light hearted and just helpful enough (mum unloaded my dishwasher a couple times and held baby while I had a shower) without being intrusive (nobody tried to vacuum or use my kitchen or otherwise touch my shit).

Normally I'm not sad when they go back, because I'm fortunate enough to see them ~2 times per year, but I guess having a baby makes it really sad. I was very close to my grandmother, so the distance is hard.

Sadface.