I've been doing awesome balancing work and rest. HH and his mom have been more than understanding with my frequent needs to sit or just take a nap.
But I lost it today. LOST IT!!! HH's mothers truck arrived from NC today (the one that was supposed to be here last Wednesday). In two and a half hours I felt like all the work we had done in the last six days had vanished. I had my first honest to goodness panic attack. (I am so sorry for those of you who deal with those on a regular basis!). I felt the walls closing in on me. HH took me out to Dairy Queen, where I proceeded to sob for about twenty minutes. Lucky HH got moving stress and PMS hormones mixed in together. HH just remained calm, as per usual, and let me get all my frustrations out.
We came back to the house and set to work on arranging the living room and this area we are calling "the nook"...which is really an entrance way. We actually got those areas in pretty good shape. HH did all the work, and I pointed where I wanted everything to go.
I'm going to pretend that my kitchen is not full of boxes again, so I can be in a happy place. Rome wasn't built in a day, and this house isn't going to be assembled in a day either.