Today begins our second full day in the shelter. It’s a special day because it’s hubby’s 32nd birthday, but there won’t be cake and presents. There won’t be card making for daddy and there won’t be a special birthday dinner.
Everyone is still sleeping and I sit here being cuddled by Kaleb. He’s not phased by the situation. He’s still being the biggest bed hog, sprawling out and using me as a foot rest. In so much change and uncertainty it’s nice to see some normal remains, be it ever so small.
Tomorrow luck has shined our way, my grandmother is coming to bring me into the city. I’ll be picking up my check, getting some money from my dad, meeting up with mother in-law to get some more of our stuff and then going food shopping. It’ll be nice to have our homeschool supplies to at least bring another bit of normal back to our lives.
Everyone is still working so hard to get us closer to the city. Being this far out with no public transportation is tough. Resources are limited. We’ve had to put Kaleb into disposable diapers, it kills me having to buy them. Breakfast is offered daily, but there is only dinner twice a week. Food has to be something that can be microwaved, eaten as is or fit in our fridge.