When life gives you lemons you’re meant to make lemonade, right? Well I don’t have the energy to do that. I don’t even have the energy to slice a lemon and stick it in a drink. I am feeling so run down at the moment and failing in every aspect of life. This month has sucked and it’s not over yet.
The start of the month should have been a happy and joyous occasion, as we finally completed and swapped contracts for our new home. We went to pick up the keys and got told ‘oh they’re at a new office we had a shuffle around’ so that was a good start, having to drive to another office to pick them up! Both Sam and I were ill with the nasty chesty cough/cold thing going around, Arlo had it too and Athena got it to some extent. She was less snotty but more tired and irritable.
We’re moving tomorrow, so have had two weeks more or less to sort out the new place (painting, new kitchen floor and moving kitchen units around to fit things in) and haven’t got as much done as we’d like, but it’s getting there! I just couldn’t get the energy to start packing until a few days ago and when I did finally decide to get on with it inevitably Arlo would fall asleep on me or both kids would be in a ‘definitely not tolerating the other one’ mood and i’d have to referee or be constantly detaching one of them from clinging to my leg. Also I am aghast at how much stuff we have accumulated in the space of just over two years! I have been brutal with chucking stuff and donating it to charity but there is still a lot here! Of course it’s just dawned on me that we’ll have to unpack all the boxes too… as I write this Arlo is not sleeping (hopefully soon) and am staring at all the things that are not in boxes yet but should be considering the removal guys are arriving at 9am tomorrow!
I also seem to have it in my head that once we’ve moved everything will be fine and easy. I have visions of my kids sitting eating happily at the table and finishing every meal. I have visions of a neat and tidy living room, a place for everything and everything in its place. I’m being naive but you never know… everything might magically fall into place!
There isn’t a point to this post really apart from to hopefully feel better by writing how I feel down. With any luck I’ll look back on it (from the comfort of my newly decorated home!) and think “what was I worrying about”? But we’ll see… it’s Arlo’s birthday next week too and I’ve not even thought about what to do for it!
They’re not wrong when they say buying/moving home is one of the most stressful things you can do!