We started packing bags yesterday and I started to crumble.
There are so many little things we need to get done today in order to go camping that I'm getting the sense of drowning in a sea of moving chores.
I logically recognize that this is all easy in relation to being held hostage or climbing Everest. But emotionally I haven't been tried in the fires of having to power through things often. Elk butchering days and the church debacle would be the closest comparisons.
Poor J and the kids are being absolutely wonderful, thankfully there's just one of me with my type A tendencies!
Hope I can hold it together better today and power through!