Made.
I. Am. So. Tired.
I spent about 3 hours moving my mother into her U-haul. My grace is that I do not have to help her unload it.
I'm afraid of what my body is going to do to me tomorrow, and I will not get to spend the day laying around in sweat pants either.
I could use a hot bath, that I will not be allowed to have because the four other people in the house will come before me.
In the brief time that I've spent with my mom's fiance, I can easily say she's done well. His daughter, who he brought with him, is also lovely. I'm happy for my mom. I can send her off to Kansas with a light heart.
I'm tired in the good kind of tired way, and it's been at least a year since I've been able to say that I've put a lot of labor into something. It's nice to see something through to the end.
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Emotionally, I'm a wreck. I just can't get into it due to my lack of energy.
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I'm going to watch The Dark Crystal with my sister now... she's afraid of the music.