One of the most frustrating things about my state of mind (and heart) right now is the heaviness of my inability to put thoughts together.  I forget things.  I misplace things.  I lose track of what I'm doing, where I'm going, what's going on around me.  I keep wanting to ask no one in particular, "How long does this last?"  And I keep hoping no one in particular will reply, "Not long, honey.  It will get better really soon."  I guess it's no surprise that I've been accused of being simple-minded.

All of Mama's things have been gone through and either stored or put away.  I've managed to stay really busy with all the organizing and straightening up to this point.  I guess this is the part where things start settling down and the busyness that has masked the pain for a while is no longer quite so masking.

I'm not even sure I know how to start homeschooling again tomorrow.