Well, we inadvertently haven't blogged in a while. Whoops. We're tired. In the past two weeks, we've stayed at 5 different places. We have a car full of suitcases including bedding, school, clothes and food. It's been a bit stressful at times. Sleeping on air mattresses or on a tiny bed. The kids have successfully shared a bed for 8 nights, at two different places. It's surprisingly worked out well considering I would never in my wildest imagination guess that our 5 and 3 year olds could share a bed. Praise the Lord for little blessings!
The other night, we were talking and thought it'd be "funny" to count how many different places we've stayed since the beginning of December. 21. Twenty-one. We've slept in 21 different places in the past 5 months. Our poor kids.
Things have been rough. Really rough. We're all ready to be done being homeless. The meltdowns, the tears and the screaming are becoming more of a norm as of late. And I'm not even talking about the kids. Or am I? Lord help us.
Either way, it's rough. We're all feeling it. The kids don't understand. How do you explain to them that we don't have a home, but we're welcome to stay at all of the places we're staying at? How do we communicate that we're together and that's what's important? I mean, honestly, I'm starting to not believe that anymore. We're together and that's all that's important. Easier said than done as time wears on. And on. And on.
Someone said to us that Florida would come quickly. August, oh it'll be here before you know it. Ha! Nope. Time is sort of dragging. Like a slow, steady nail down a chalkboard. It's been a bit painful to keep moving from place to place.
Ok. It's not THAT terrible. Well, it is terrible. But I'm dramatic sometimes. We're so grateful. Grateful for friends, for family, for the people who have housed us, fed us, talked to us, watched our kids for us. We're especially grateful for May 17th, the day we get to start housesitting. For 6 weeks. Oh Lord, get us there quickly. Help us to be motivated and productive in the mean time.
I promise the next post will be more chipper. And maybe in less than two weeks. Crossing my fingers.