Stood through my whole shift again today, no sitting allowed.
Came home and my ankles look like someone else’s.
Boxes are still all over the living room, we’re moving soon and I haven’t even started on half the closets.
Found the humidifier from my kid’s room buried behind some old towels while digging through the hall closet. Just stood there holding it for a second before I put it in a box.
Taped up 6 boxes tonight before I gave up and sat on the floor for a while.
My wife asked if I was okay and I just said my legs are done, wasn’t really talking about my legs.
Kid actually slept through without waking up crying tonight, so that’s something.
Everything else in this place just feels like one more thing to carry.