The movers come tomorrow. My house is an embarrassing mess because I’m scrambling to get everything organized. It’s so weird to have someone else doing most of the packing.
I’ve been stressing and running around since… well… December? I have described how I feel to others often as if I’m “juggling breakables.” Everything is staying in the air long enough and I’ve been able to catch everything as it falls, but there’s this tension – any minute I could drop something and watch it shatter.
A lot of my work has needed to be done independently. The kids can’t – and wouldn’t want to – do much to help. So, I’ve been doing a lot of setting them up with something to play with and leaving. A lot of “play this game.” And sadly, a lot of “sorry guys, you’re going to have to find something to do; mommy’s busy.”
Today, with my stress level at max, I made a decision to do things differently.
Today, I didn’t get dressed, didn’t touch the laundry, didn’t look at a box or suitcase, until I sat down with my little ones and played for a few minutes.
We made towers, and cities, and gardens with our blocks. I was reminded of Aidan’s great imagination and Cora’s determination to figure things out on her own. It was… fun! And relaxing!
A guest arrived while I was still unkempt and I ran to the back room to change. I didn’t get anything done before 10am.
And guess what? I survived. The kids were happier. And we still got packed! Tomorrow is the day. *deep breath*