Tomorrow is my day off.
I promised myself tomorrow would be the day I packed up the nursery.
Well actually I promised myself I would do it last weekend but I spent most of Saturday and all day Sunday lying in bed crying. And trying to get over this endless sickness. But mostly crying.
The boxes are sitting outside the door, ready.
I have tomorrow off, so I have the time.
All I need now is the courage to do it.
And maybe just one more night to cry.