We moved over the weekend. It was our 6th move...in only 7 years. That's a lot of moving. It's tiring. I am exhausted.
My kids are still fighting this virus. Seth seems perfectly normal about 90% of the time, so that's good. He still has that nagging cough, but it's getting better. But he still managed to puke all over today. I have cleaned up more puke in the last 5 weeks than a normal mom does in probably a few years. I sent my letter of resignation in to the virus, but it did not accept it. Looks like I have to keep at it. I am exhausted.
Kate hit the worst of it last week as we were packing up and moving. I'm not even sure if I slept some nights. She is getting better but is still pretty bad. Her puking is different than Seth's. Did I mention that I am exhausted?!
This move has been difficult for me on so many levels. I feel petty and am upset with myself for allowing this move to bother me, but I can't help it. Maybe if I got some good sleep, a break from cleaning up puke or holding needy kids, or got everything unpacked I wouldn't feel so bad. But I think I have cried about every day. I think part of that has to do with the exhaustion.
No internet at the new place, so I am feeling totally disconnected. No email, no Facebook, no Vonage, which means no talking with family or friends in the US. No internet also means no recipes, which meant no dinner tonight because I totally forgot that I couldn't look up what I wanted to make. I was mad at myself for that.
I started several different blog posts last week before we moved, but I never finished. Maybe I'll get back at it soon...once we have the internet at our new house. It took two companies and 5 months last time, so I don't have high hopes for getting it anytime soon. That also makes me sad.
I guess this is kind of a depressing post. Sorry. Maybe more sunshine and flowers another day! Must get home to bed before I collapse from exhaustion...