I wondered this afternoon if I will ever do anything again besides pack and clean, sort and purge, organize and rearrange.
I also thought how strange it is to live in limbo. I feel myself withdrawing emotionally from my community and I’m not sure what to do about that. I have no energy to care very much about it because I’m too busy deciding what can be donated to Value Village and what needs to be packed into a box.
I did manage today to finally move the extra moving boxes into the storage room so my living room looks more like a living room and less like a U-Haul truck.
That makes up for yesterday which felt like one-hundred percent work and yielded paltry results. I was at the soccer field at 8:20 a.m. and the streetlights were still on. My daughter’s team lost badly.
We went home and I went straight back to bed which was kind of awesome. My toes thawed by the time I got up again. A family friend took my two youngest kids to a movie, so while they were gone I ran some errands. When we were all home again, I had to leave to pick up my teenagers.
Anyway, so the weekend’s over.
I wish we could get an extra hour of sleep every night.