Like a puddle

I'm feeling like I'm melting into a puddle at my feet, like the wicked witch does in the Wizard of Oz. So much is going on and, for a variety of reasons, including that it exhausts me, I can't even write about it all. There could be big changes on the horizon for us, and just getting to the decision is huge. I'm having a hard time contemplating how large the impact will be when a decision is made.

I do know that I've made alot of withdrawals from my and my husband's emotional bank account in the last 3 days and that's not fair to either of us. (see Hobby Chef's blog if you have no idea what I'm talking about).

I've had a headache for days in a row and my stomach needs some tums. I just want to go home and go to sleep. Grown up decisions stink!