I'm having a hard time thinking about the war. I don't want to read articles. I don't want to watch videos or listen to commentary.
Every time I look at it, my heart breaks a little more.
So for a while now, I'm not sure how long, my writing has felt distant and disconnected. This War Diary is for my girls. They're too young to know our family's story throughout this war. I'm writing it down for them. To be a bit of a historian for our family.
This week was tough for our little family, not connected to the war.. just life.
Nickoma and I are doing our best for our girls, but somehow it never feels like enough. Some days are good, and some are bad. Some days I have a million miles of patience, and others a criminally short fuze.
We found help for Loowan for 18 of the 25 hours of help she qualifies for weekly. But starting at a new preschool (gan) takes time and patience.
My brain feels fried by all of the coordination it's doing for our family.
Then just to remind us that all of these heaps of mental and emotional resilience are not for nothing...
The chuka-chuh-kah with flashing lights and vibration...warning, wailing, reminding us that the war still rages and missiles are on the way.
The sound makes my body shake.
But wait, the dishwasher needs unloading and loading.
The kids need comforting and to be put to bed.
Somehow the world keeps turning.
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