How long do I have to write for it to actually be considered a post? And do things change in other people's lives as much as in mine? So maybe we're not leaving when we thought, and maybe we are. I give up and just want to enjoy Thanksgiving and December.
I have now lived in one room of my house with two small children for 8 days. I am an introvert and I have nowhere to hide. This situation is not sustainable. We are in survival mode and every coherent thought is gasping for air. Hopefully things will be better after this weekend when a crew comes in to put things back together.
This post (here Mommy) has been (here Mommy) written like (here Mommy) this.