We made it home from Uganda last night, dropped our suitcases next to the washing machine, and headed to bed. I woke up this morning around 7am — except when I looked at my phone it said 10:20. It felt like 7am. No time change issues, just post-trip fatigue.
It turns out when I’m not working and I have wifi, I can still write. Too bad I didn’t have wifi for most of the trip and I go back to work tomorrow.
Now it’s 2 days later, I’m back at work, and the only reason I’m able to post this is because I had to get up early to take caleb to a field trip and now I’m in the parking lot at the gym, waiting for torture to begin. Of course I didn’t have time to put in my contacts, so I’m flying blind on my phone and this is probably riddled with typos as a result. Good thing I can’t see them or it would drive me crazy.
Dang it, I can’t even see how to add a photo to my posts from my phone. Oh well. Picture sleepy eyed, forehead creased, and gym clothes. That about sums it up.
Uganda was a great trip, but it wore me out. Lots of people, lots of kids to interact with, and tons of driving. It’s a miracle that I could go at all and a bigger miracle that I enjoyed it. God bless Zoloft. I think I mentioned that I increased my dose to 75 before my Christmas trip and I am reaping its full benefits now. I don’t notice any difference on a day to day basis, but this trip was the easiest for me mentally in a while. I just did everything without needing to think about it. Van ride with strangers for 6 hours? Sure, no problem. I’ll hang out, chat, knit, and enjoy myself. If you’re not Josh, you probably don’t realized the extent of this miracle, but trust me, this trip tested all of my weaknesses and I breezed through. Praise God.
I have tons more to write, but no time to say it. I’m hoping I have time to get my thoughts down on paper sometime this week, before my memories get buried under daily life here. So much to share, but this job is getting in the way of my creativity. Worth it though, since it’s given me a great connection with the boys … it’s a worthy tradeoff.