I miss my home. I was terrified I would lose it at first but now am massively thankful that it was saved. I’m still unable to go back because of the fire damage clean up going on.
Staying in a trailer is a fun adventure for a week but let’s just say it’s especially hard when I’m trying to watch my almost-three-year-old in the tight space. She basically bounces off the walls!
So we’re spending a lot more time at play-dates - thank you so much to my sister Vaidehi and my friends Nadia and Corrie - I so appreciate you letting us come over to play and take care of meals and bathtime at your houses.
Napping Emily is impossible in the trailer because of the neighborhood noise during the day, so I spend hours in the car driving around to get her to sleep - that makes it a lot harder on me as I’m unable to rest when she is.
Oh and yesterday I stepped out of the trailer to get something from my storage bin just outside and Emily locked the door behind me. She probably didn’t know what she was doing and didn’t understand how to unlock it for me. I panicked! And then I started crying because it was one more difficulty on top of hundreds I’ve had to deal with nonstop.
Luckily the mother of my contractor’s wife heard the commotion (me banging on the door telling Emily to unlock it) and came to the rescue with an extra key. Crisis averted!
I keep experiencing these moments of panic when I feel a mix of terror, discouragement, and extreme frustration. Things seem to be falling apart….and then like magic, a solution appears. Sometimes it’s the right person appearing just when I need them.
Sometimes it’s that quiet voice in my heart whispering to me. I am finally getting more attuned to that voice, trusting my intuition instead of following my monkey mind (which is great at making up fear-based stories).