I am having a mild melt down as I stare at the stacks of tubs and boxes lining the wall of the condo.
I was doing so good, taking it all a day at a time, and now, tonight, I feel like I can't quite wrap my mind around everything I need to do.
I need to unpack. I need to put the beds together. I need to figure out if I have any baby clothes. I need to pick out a name for the baby. I need to get rid of stuff, so I need to figure out what I actually use. I need to put my feet up so the swelling goes down. I need to be able to fall asleep so I don't want to bite the heads off the kids in the morning.
I need to calm the fuck down.
Maybe if I unpack 2 boxes a day...hmmm...that would mean I took over 2 weeks to unpack...not bad in the whole big picture.
And it's really ok if I don't have a name until baby is born...right??
Sigh.
Now, If I could go to sleep.
Off to find my Turn-Off-My-Spinning-Mind Herbs.
