I've been given permission to sleep. Not that I actually needed permission of course. Just really needed someone to tell me to shut up and do it. Of course Esteban has been trying to convince me to get my rest for weeks now. With so much that has transpired in the last 5 weeks, so much time that got re-organized, it is hard to program my mind and override the panic emanating from within.
Our timeline was thrown out the window. At the beginning of May, Mom arrived to visit me here in California for the last time before we make our big move to the Hoosier state. She fell very ill almost immediately. By the fourth day she was hospitalized. I have never seen her so sick, so weak. It was truly scary and yet I had to put on a brave face for her and for my children. Hooked-up on oxygen machines and IV tubes...she wasn't going anywhere for quite some time. In the beginning, I wasn't really sure she would make it.
Now that she is recuperating and has returned to Indy, my plans have been placed on super fast-forward mode. Suddenly, I only have 9 days to finish packing, cleaning and getting ready to hit the road. There is so much to do...and so much more I will have to cancel from my "to do" list.
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2 years ago
Oh my gosh! My gmail is weird and bundles my messages from the same people together so sometimes I miss things. I just went to message someone on Twitter and noticed the message from you about this blog. I'm so happy for you guys! It will be so good for your mom to be near her and good for you guys, too! Just imagine: possible date night out? Whoa, whoa, whoa! I understand the stress you're going through (we're not even close to moving in to our place but it's already been driving me crazy if I think about it too much). You can do it! You'll be in my prayers!
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