I am finally all moved (except for the refrigerator stuff, sweeping the garage and shampooing the carpets. I have a long day ahead, tomorrow. I can't seem to get motivated to begin putting things away, there are soooo many boxes. I can't find anything and I feel as if I've lost everything!
I cratered so badly Saturday night after everyone had left and it was time to go to bed. I couldn't find my bedding, I couldn't find the blankets, I was too hungry to eat and my world had tilted.
My daughter and son-in-law had gone down stairs to sleep and I was finally alone in my bed (after my daughter found my sheets) when the tears began. I was so overwhelmed. And then I heard a small whispered voice say, "Mama, are you okay?" My daughter was peaking thru the doorway. She came and climbed into bed with me and I cried my heart out. We talked until I was calm enough to be hungry and then she ate a bowl of cereal with me so I would be able to sleep.
Sunday morning, I awoke about 7:30 and shortly after that, Kaylie's husband came upstairs and kneeled on the floor by her side of the bed. He also craves hugs and cuddles and told her that he'd missed her when he woke up. I told her to scoot closer to me and when she did, her husband got up and laid on the bed with us. We were a family and the intimacy of shared morning yawns was wonderful.
I am always amazed that while I can feel so blessed, I also feel so overwhelmed and have so little courage to face my future. I am trying to exercise a bit of faith and believe my daughter and my T that things will smooth out as soon as all of me accepts the new house and we all feel safe again.