after a blissful week of putting the rest of the world on pause I’m back on my feet and starting to try to get some things done. I began by tackling the previous week’s laundry, which was piled up in a mountain of (clean, dry) clothes on the couch. I got halfway through before being called away by the need for feeding, changing and cuddling. that was all I got done for the day.
thankfully there are two adults around so that while one is occupied with feeding, changing and cuddling, the other can run around like a headless chicken trying to sort out doing the dishes, cleaning the birthing pool, getting passport photos taken of beatrice, trying to find that envelope with her birth certificates and all our passports in it. no, I didn’t hide it. no, it’s not in the filing cabinet. no, it’s not beside the nightstand with the other birth documents. oh, there it is. beside the toaster. of course.
but we are all hanging in there. some days are better than others, usually directly related to how much sleep I got the night before. but even on the nights I don’t get much sleep I manage to have a nap or two during the day so I get by. beatrice eats every two hours around the clock, which is exhausting but she’s gaining weight at a remarkable rate so we must be doing something right.
the movers are booked to come and pack our stuff on the 27th. so we have 21 days to prepare before entering the limbo-land of being homeless while moving. I have no idea how we are going to get everything done, but i’m sure one way or another we will come out the other side in october and start putting the pieces back together again. it’s like that thing in star trek, where they dissolve you atom by atom and then put you back together at your destination. if i weren’t so tired i could probably remember what it was called.
beam me up, scotty!

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