4 Weeks

Today marks 4 weeks of quarantine. 4 weeks of isolation. 4 weeks since I have had in person contact with anyone I was  allowed to get within 10 feet of except my nuclear family. Humans aren’t meant to have this little contact with others and sometimes it gets tough. Today was especially hard because after a telehealth call with Matt’s heart doc yesterday we decided it was best if I handle this move on my own and he will stay with the kids. That makes me very nervous because he is much more authoritative with people working for him but I’m going to have to get over that. And the thought of doing it all is overwhelming. I started looking around at all that still had to be packed and got stressed at the thought of moving from 2 houses and 2 storage buildings. Plus the zillion calls I still need to make to coordinate workers. It’s a lot and most people right now are sitting around wishing for something to do while I am wishing I had less. Moving when you’re also trying to not to have contact with people is challenging to say the least! But I had my stressed day today. I cried, I decided to not homeschool, and I came home for the afternoon. 3 weeks from now we will be in there and the unpacking can start. Not a big deal in the grand scheme. I’ve always unpacked a move in a day or two but I hope I can allow myself to take it little by little and really get organized and enjoy some time in the pool too. Not like there’s any rush. 😉

Matt stayed at the camp while we came to Bossier to get his garden ready to plant with the girls on Friday. I’m going to let them do that while I (really this time!) come back to Bossier for the night alone. 


The girls haven’t been doing too much. No swimming this week because Easter’s rain brought a cold front so a lot of inside time hanging out together. 

The groomer I’ve gone to since Jackson was a puppy shut down from corona a while back and the employees got a notice on Monday that they would not be opening again. So Heather texted me to let me know she would be doing it from her house and I took advantage of that and had my choppy job fixed.

Top left: precut-  Top right: my cut-  Both bottom:today
MUCH BETTER! 

And no matter how much things are crazy I’m counting my blessings we’re not doing this. Two years ago today we were telling the girls bye to go to Houston for the defibrillator removal surgery. Of course there have been 3 hospital stays in this 2 years so it really changes your mindset. Some days are hard... but none like this. So thankful we have each other




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