What a Difference a Day Makes

My strength is returning. We made a last-minute decision to save a thousand bucks by camping out in our apartment until our furniture arrives instead of crashing at the local Holiday Inn. The movers aren't coming until Saturday morning, and until then we're making it with air mattresses and our suitcases. The gas company can come Friday afternoon at the earliest to turn on my stove. So, we have a refrigerator and a bathroom but no way to heat food. The great idea of stocking the fridge with cereal, milk and lunch meat has only slightly been damped by our need to get out and sit in a chair when meal time rolls around.

Last night after Justin got home late from work we all stumbled out in search of dinner around 8pm. I told him that even though things have been difficult at times, I've been surrounded by kindness from strangers all around me. I had tons of stories just from yesterday of all the ways I'd been helped through the day, and when we got home and stripped off our bundles I found a white baby bib hanging by its velcro from the rear end of my red winter coat. Only then did I remember seeing something suspect early that morning in my shadow. It seems I looked more in need of help than I realized.

I think the purpose of yesterday was to let me know that no matter how rough a day I may be having, it's only uphill from there. This feels like NYC boot camp. If we can make it a week without toys, television, furniture or good health, we can do anything. I will know myself to be tougher than I imagined by this time next week.

Amelia is concerned that there are no books in our new house (though she says she can't believe how many stairs there are). She wanted all day to go to the library, but I didn't have proof of our residency, so we hiked down to Barnes & Noble to read a few books instead. Tonight I scored the necessary document (I hope), so the library is the destination of the day tomorrow. I'm still trying to find the hook-up for a more urban-friendly stroller and weather protection for the girls to make walks feel more humane for Lucy. For now I'm calling it a night.