I landed yesterday. Settled into something that felt almost like a coherent thought. Slowed long enough to enjoy the sun and forced myself to still for a few moments. It felt a little foreign.
A month ago as we were preparing to move, I was organized and ready. A move to the other side of town didn’t sound challenging. I was a little lethargic after pushing hard to get my sister settled in the house she and her husband built, but late nights staining floors and cleaning were fun. I was needing a slight re-charge after helping my parents pack, paint, and clean the interior of their new house while my mom was down with a back injury. I knew I’d pull it together for my own move. I had my lists, my boxes, my days mapped out. Somehow with the help of amazing sisters and parents I painted 4 bedrooms and a hall in our new house and got everything clean and ready for move in.
Then six days before moving Everett woke up with a raging fever. We stayed home with popsicles, Tylenol, and Netflix for him and packing tape, coffee, and adrenaline for me. Then Haley got sick, followed soon by Hudson.
Just throwing myself out there a bit...