All the emotions of the last few weeks are finally catching up, leaving me just a bit depressed.
I'm not that fun to be around.
All the realities of life are hitting me at once.
It's hard living in a hotel. We haven't had a "normal" routine for months now. (our things come on Saturday).
I've tried to play the "glad game", but it's not working. I feel like Pollyanna, after she fell out the window.
But...there is still a little part of me who knows ..."press on"...."He is a very present help in times of trouble"...."be of good courage and He shall strengthen your heart."
He is my God.
p.s. the kids have already made many friends in our new neighborhood!....(I'd rather go hide in my room and cry for a bit.)