I have stories but the truth is I am so tired I can't even see straight. I never knew moving would be so difficult. I've also never lived in one place for 14 years before. I tried to be brave as I was going room to room checking that each room had been stripped bare. I lost it when I turned to Josh's room and saw the half tattered paper that he keeps taped to the door that announces JOSH'S ROOM with a little graphic if a kid in a bed that Matt whipped out on the computer. I'm sad, tired, emotionally and physically drained. On top of all that I've been quite nauseated for the past day and a half. I wish I knew why. If this is stress than I have never been so stressed in my life. I suspect I'm coming down with or fighting something off.
Tomorrow I am taking a couple of lake kids and a couple of my lake friends to Josh's camp to see Josh in a production. Then he comes home Saturday and Evan Sunday. I realized that with all of the back and forth this summer I don't think I'be spent more than three nights in a row in one location. I'm looking forward to at least sleeping in the same bed every night for the next few weeks. Even if this weekend I'll be putting another 600 miles on the old truck fetching all of the family. Cross your fingers that my back holds out.
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