Last week, we suddenly realized that time was slipping away quickly and we were woefully unprepared for moving. G is still working so that leaves only me to do a bulk of it. That catapulted me into feeling overwhelmed with all that we had to do. My normal reaction to feeling overwhelmed with a laundry list of tasks is to immediately attack the list with single-mindedness. Then I realized that I couldn't do what I normally do because of a toddler. I can't expect A to patiently endure being unstrapped and strapped into her car seat over and over without a meltdown as I run errands all over creation. I can hardly do much around the house while A's awake. Whatever I
can do takes longer because of the said toddler. I know mommies of toddlers reading this post are nodding their heads in agreement. So, I nearly fell into a pit of stress and discouragement. Actually, I must confess that I
did but only indulged it for a day.
I hate asking for help but ask for help I must. I have sweet friends who have offered to watch A while I run errands, shop, write letters, pack, attend to a myriad of things. They are dear lifesavers. I'm looking forward to getting rid of things and simplifying our life. I'm not looking forward to any anxiety A may have about the changes happening around her that she can't understand. She just recently got over a bout of separation anxiety and I expect it to come back in the next two months.
Well, no worries. I think we have a handle on everything. I just wish time will slow down so we can accomplish what we need to do and at the same time, I wish time will speed up so it can all be over with. Have you ever felt that way?
So, this is the current state of affairs over here in this household: controlled frenzy.