My mojo is missing. I am in a new place, with my things in disarray and I have not written. I haven’t read, I have barely sat down for 5 minutes alone without someone calling for ‘mom’. The house is beautiful, the yard is heavenly and yet I cannot find stillness. I am so tied to the details, the lists, the boxes, the kids (and how I have ruined the teenagers life by moving him here) that I cannot think of anything else, or I can but I just can’t focus on it long enough because there is so much to do, and so many questions to answer and not a moments peace. Tell me it gets better.