I can't believe I was in the routine of doing this every day, ages ago. It is weird being here. There is somebody to make all our food. There is somebody who does our laundry. Alex has two sets of tights and leotards for camp and washes one in the sink and then hangs it to dry the next day while she wears the second one. The housekeeper is so thorough about doing laundry that she took Alex's dance stuff to wash and there was tons of confusion because it wasn't hanging in the bathroom where Alex left it. She thought she'd lost her clothes at camp somehow.
It is weird to be here. I can't believe that last week I was spending my free time writing out what food we had left and what meals could be made from it. So much time was spent stressing about food. Food, or worrying about getting in trouble.
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It sounds like you're transitioning from your old life, or way of living, to this new way, which are two extremes. Give yourself time to adjust and you'll find yourself in all of this. You're doing great so far :-)
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