I need a nap

My little one and I just moved into a new home with my significant other. It's equally exciting as it is exhausting. You never realize how much shit you have until it's time to pack it all up and move it from one place to another. Now I'm no stranger to moving, I did it a lot as a kid and even in my adulthood, so this isn't new for me but it still feels very different. Taking into account that all the other times I've moved was either rushed in the middle of the night or it was meant to spite my parents. This though, this is the forever move. This is where our relationship will grow as well as our children. This home is where we will gather for holidays and make dinners and memories. This home is where we will grow older and wiser. So I want it to be perfect, as I do most things. But I think this idea of perfect is causing more harm than good to my mental state. The joining of three people in a one bedroom (soon to be two bedroom) home is stressing me the fuck out. The task list seems never ending. and completing it seems impossible. There's boxes half packed boxes in every room because finding space for everything is half the battle. Sorting through and organizing all of my stuff and my little one's stuff and my SO's stuff while also trying to keep the house comfortable and functioning for all of us is exhausting. Especially having to do it between full times jobs and school and the holidays and raising a small human. My old apartment isn't even fully cleared out yet and I only have until the 30th to do that. I'm burnt out and I need a break. Someone bring the wine... or the whisky. Either will do.

Love&Light,

Wren Conall