10 days left.
I don't have much to say today.
Every room was torn apart and yelling for attention. I talked to Grace. We talked through my anxiety and being overwhelmed. I have decided, now, that my bedroom must be my sanctuary . I need a place to go, even if only for 20 minutes, for calm and peace.
I keep trying to remind myself that I have saved money for the guys to pack not just load the truck. And, I really don't want to put my shoes in a box. Is that weird?
The things I think of.
Tomorrow is a day with Brooke. Lots of memory makers and I will put her to work as well.
Thank you for your prayers and support.
Peace.
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