Alright, the last 24 hours have been a mess. This is going to come in bullet form because I can barely speak a full sentence, let alone express whole thoughts on the computer.
-We are *this* close to being finished with packing and cleaning up the house. PODS comes tomorrow morning, and then we will spend all tomorrow cleaning up for our walkthrough on Tuesday.
-Our poor MR is freaking out about all the changes going on around here. His room has officially been dismantled and he really seems to have noticed the lack of his usual comforts. He is extra fussy and and quicker to cry. Naps have not been happening really. This simultaneously drives me up the wall and breaks my heart.
-We were at the U-Haul store to pick up a trailer for extra junk we will be taking with us and we got a call from BL's sister. BTW, Grandpa B passed away this morning. Oh, and BL's dad is back in the hospital. Emergency surgery to repair an infection. From the effin chemo. This.never.ends.
-I got nothing else. I'm sore from moving, I am emotionally drained from holding back the tears, and I am in desperate need of sleep and maybe a beer.
2 years ago
5 comments:
oh no! i'm sorry. It won't be much longer. If i lived by you, i'd totally take you out for a beer. Well, i'd buy you multiple beers, because just one is silly.
It won't be much longer, i promise! And pretty soon it'll all be worth it.
I'm so sorry! I'm glad that the packing and moving portion is almost done and that you'll get to be closer to your family soon, but I know you've got to be feeling terrible. It all seems to hit at once. I hope you guys are doing ok with the loss of grandfather and father in law being back in the hospital. You definitely deserve a beer!
Many prayers and hugs going out to your family. I'm so sorry. When it rains, it seems to pour, doesn't it? I hope you get thru this tough time and find some sunshine and good things on the other end!
Hang in there!
So very sorry! I hope you take a moment for yourself. All of that stress will wear you out. I hope your father-in-law gets well, and the MR will be okay. Little ones are much stronger than we think.(However, I know it's so hard to see them unhappy!) And just imagine...in a few weeks the move will be over. Hooray!
Oh girly, I'm sorry I've been MIA from your blog for a bit. I'm just catching up on what's been going on.
I'm SO sorry for everything. The death, the infection, the stress. We moved when Morgan was 14 months old and it was ROUGH. I won't tell you how rough, but just remember: it WILL get better.
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