Being in the bay feels like too much already. So many chores to catch up on. So much work to do. So many friends we really should be reaching out to.
And I’m tired. This baby still isn’t sleeping independently much.
I’m feeling more calm–I think? It’s hard to tell? I’m doing a lot of work but I’m not being a jerk.
We are getting home to put our noses to the grindstone and seriously make academic progress. Not to mention that it is time to get the yards together for selling. There is still stuff to get rid of in the house… but not much. That part isn’t the hard part.
We found out that some of the folks we loved a lot from the home school group have splintered off. We are going to try out park day this week on Friday if we get our math done. Tomorrow will be crucial. I’m looking forward to it.
Noah is moving slowly and not sleeping. He’s clearly sick but he’s also really upset about his brother. I don’t know how to help him but I’m trying to take work off of his shoulders.
We are doing one of our periodic sugar fasts. Not that we truly cut out all sugar because we eat fruit and dairy. But we don’t have added sugar for a bit. It’s like my tolerance breaks for pot. They are useful in the long run even though they suck as they are happening.
Noah is in Austin. I have no idea how he is going to be doing. I’m worried about him. He’s sad. Noah isn’t sad much.
I feel like I really should be reaching out to a bunch of people. But I’m tired. And Noah is gone for 4 days this week and like 5 days next week. 11 days out of the next 23 I have to leave Fremont. That’s feeling like a lot. So many medical appointments for me and all the various kids. Ugh. But, it’s life.
My shrink asked me how I was doing with losing a major piece of support. I told them shockingly well. I’m waiting for the grief to hit.