I feel like I’m finally coming out from under a heavy fog. All last fall I had that feeling that my mind and body had been stretched to the limit, but taking a break wasn’t an option; so I just kept going. Well, a person can only continue like that for so long before you crash and burn. It was a cold at the beginning of December that finally did me in. I’m thankful that most of the unpacking was done at that point. I was able to rally myself over Christmas for a few days; long enough to make cookies and enjoy my parents brief, but good visit. On the whole though I feel like I’ve been on auto-pilot this last month with any hope for higher brain functions being non-existent. I knew there were things that needed to be done: assess where we were school wise (as compared to where we should be) as a result of the move, menu plans, make new clothes for the kids, and of course the seemingly endless sorting of all that’s been packed for over three years; but I just haven’t had the energy or brain power to even consider thinking about it all.
Even now that the fog is lifting I still find myself tiring more easily. I know having shorter daylight hours right now (it’s dark by 4pm) is definitely affecting me and I look forward to the lengthening days. That has to be one of the hardest things about being ‘outside’ for so long; the body adjusts to a different kind of normal and it’s hard to adjust back. It feels good though to be finally able to start working through the many things that need to be done in order to keep our family going.