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I’m kind of a mess right now.
You know what’s happened in the last two weeks? We found out we were moving. I’ve been in North Carolina, Massachusetts, Tennessee, Ohio, and Pennsylvania (and Kentucky, if you count driving through). I’ve attended my precious grandma‘s memorial service and internment. I’ve seen my husband only a handful of times. I’ve packed boxes and boxes.
And on top of all of this, I managed to throw my back out on Sunday morning, rendering me basically useless in the care and feeding of my children. I haven’t even been nursing David, because I am on muscle relaxers. (I am, of course, pumping and dumping so my supply will stay up and I should be able to feed him again as of tonight.)
My hair is a mess, I’m worried I won’t be able to do any of the fun things we had planned for my trip to my parents’, and I hate making people wait on me. I’ve been on enough long car trips to last me a few years.
But really? I’m kind of a mess right now.