If you've read my blog you know that the 5.0 PKIT's birth was, well in short, awful. Nearly killed us both, and left me in an emotional state that was precarious on the best of days. But slowly we worked through the rough bits and started to turn things around. Just about the time that we began to feel our stride, Corona hit. Like a damn tidal wave. A rogue wave that suddenly comes crashing around you and there is little you can do besides pray that life will somehow balance out and return to normal.
I love my children with all of my heart but 13 weeks of 24/7 of our kids...I'm over it. Now, let us throw in working from home, homeschooling, graduating seminary for the VIT, receiving a call, finding a new place to move, never getting to say goodbye, and moving (in less than 48 hours from now), I AM EXHAUSTED AND I CANNOT TAKE ONE MORE DAMN MINUTE OF THIS!
I hate that my kids, my husband, and I have not had a chance to really say goodbye to Austin. I hate that all of our plans to properly move on from this point have been tainted, ruined, and cut off. I hate that we will leave this place and it feels unfinished. I know this comes off as privileged and that makes me angry at myself too.
I am so grateful we are healthy. I am grateful that we have the means and ability to move and get settled. I am grateful the VIT has a call. I am grateful that I have a job that has flexibility. I am grateful that I've gotten some quality time with the kids. I'm glad that we will start somewhere and make new connections. BUT I AM TIRED.
And sometimes, it's okay to be tired. To want to stop. I want to stop. Perhaps tomorrow will be better. So I'll follow the advice I frequently give, it is okay to rest, it is not okay to give up.