So we are nearly moved out of our old home, and into our new home. We take the last load over today. Then I will be back for this week to clean the old house.
I am so desperately tired of all of this. All of this has become nearly too much for me. Yes, we've moved a lot in the past, but when we came here, we really didn't see another move in our immediate future. We thought that finally we were going to live in one place for a while. Two moves in two years it too much for me. (We haven't even had the luxury of a moving company these times to take so much of the burden off of us.)
It occured to me the other day that our daughter is just now four years old, and this will be the fourth home she's lived in. (And that's not counting my parent's house, where we lived for three months when we moved here, and are living now during all this transition.) This seems a little extreme to me, and I'm feeling guilty.
At least she isn't in school yet. That's when it starts getting hard.
So this will explain why I'm around only sporadically, and don't have much to say when I am. Hang in there with me - I'm sure to have plenty to vent about when I get time to catch my breath.