[Photo completely at odds with my disjointed state of mind]
Moving is a pain. I mean, it’s good, it has some good aspects, but overall it’s dreadful.
I’m very overwhelmed right now. The big girls have gone back to school so I can’t reply on them to help with little ones. It’s house blessing season and parish life rolls right on ahead, regardless of what’s going on. Moppet still has speech twice a week. I’ve got a sale going on in the shop and that’s great and helpful, but of course things still need to be packaged and taken to the post office. AND, I’m still working on orders, not small ones either. The packing has just begun and it feels impossible. I took the time to fill four big boxes in the little girls’ room today because that means fewer things to make a mess with. Good investment of time. They “got to” help and I was even able to use it to bribe Mittens to sit down and eat her lunch. Who knew?
I have that panicky I’ve-forgotten-something feeling all the time despite a binder full of lists.
Oh, there’s the sun. Almost forgot what it looked like.
The artisan’s corner at Ancient Faith will open near the beginning of February. Exciting, but more panic because ordinarily I’d be using this time to get a jump start on making censers.
I told Father yesterday that I had a prayer request: “God, please arrange things so I don’t need to sleep or stop for meals for the next few weeks. Also, I’d like two more arms, and a clone I could delegate things to. Just for a couple weeks. If it’s not too much trouble.”
Ok, deep breath. Back to work.