Laid low today. Rather scared of everything; I might break it, or it might break me. No, seriously.
So I cautiously stuck to laundry, gardening, cleaning, napping, cooking, and trying to pack. And gradually shutting down the house, and filling out forms, and calculating exactly how many cloth diapers/wash cycles of diapers are required to last until our departure, at 5 a.m. in the morning - when we'll switch to disposable diapers. (Fellow Cloth-Diaperers, you know this math problem.)
Yes. I'm feeling very overwhelmed about leaving in a few days. I was trying to be all chill about it. I was doing alright, too. Pacing myself, making lists, trusting that it would "all get done" (somehow - who knows how.) But now, I'm alternating between hysterical ambition and hopeless exhaustion. Hourly.
... I think I'll be ok when (if?) I (ever?) get some sleep again. So, here's to another couch nap. Mmmm.
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