Okay so I’m like… struggling to even articulate this, which is probably part of the problem. My parents, you know, they're getting older, and my mom has been… increasingly demanding, I guess. Not in a bad way, just like, requires more bandwidth than she used to. And then my kids, who are amazing, but also, you know, constantly NEEDING something. School stuff, playdates, someone always has a sniffle or a science project due tomorrow. And my job, which is fine, but it’s a full-time, heads-down kind of gig. So I’m always, always feeling like I’m failing someone. Like, I’m spread so thin I’m almost translucent. And then last month, my kids’ grandparents, my husband's parents, moved like, a thousand miles away to be closer to their other grandkids. And I’m finding myself… feeling really weird about it. It’s like, cognitively, I understand. They're 70, they’re retired, they want to be near their daughter’s kids. Logically, it makes sense. But for years, they were just… there. Every day after school, the kids would go to their place. Just a few blocks away. It was this constant, predictable hum in the background of our lives. They'd pick them up, feed them snacks, help with homework, just that daily bustle, you know? My kids loved it, and honestly, it was this HUGE support system for me. Like, I didn't even realize how much I leaned on it until it was gone. Now it’s just me, running point on everything, and suddenly it feels like this gaping void. Like, an empty spot in the daily cadence. Am I the only one who feels this way? Like, I genuinely don’t know if this is grief, or just… extreme overwhelm manifesting as something else. Because I miss them, OF COURSE I miss them. But it’s more than just missing *them*. It’s like, I miss the *structure* they provided, the daily routine that just… disappeared. And I feel guilty even typing that out, like I’m being selfish or ungrateful. But I find myself just staring at their empty house sometimes when I drive by, and this wave of… I don't know what it is. Like, a low-grade anhedonia almost? A sense of loss that isn't quite sadness but just… an absence. Anyone else ever feel like they’re mourning the *function* of something as much as the people themselves? And like, it makes you feel like a terrible person for thinking it? Ugh.