So we moved house last week. Again. As if packing it all up isn’t a drag, now I have to unpack it all again.
Go Go Gadget Enthusiasm!
This is like housework times a million. I also got flu in the middle of the move, so you can just about imagine how perky and motivated I aren’t. So far I’ve unpacked the tissues and the paracetamol. So I’m done for now. 😛
I am still a stranger to my kitchen. Every time I want to know the time I find myself looking at the fridge. At the old house, that direction of the room was where the microwave was, and it told me the time. The fridge tells me nothing. Nothing at all.
Ah. I should have cleaned behind that more often over the past four years. I see that now.
We’ve just moved house, and so now I find myself frequently “lost” standing in the kitchen, wondering where the saucepans are. It now occurs to me that this is how my husband and children must feel, ALL THE TIME.
At the moment, the sink is the only thing I can locate without a map.
New town… Don’t know anyone here, don’t know where anything is… strangely enough, I’m not bored yet.
Moving across the state really isn’t that bad. Unless kids are involved. Because with kids, it seems to just be one tantrum after another.
Mountain of forms beside me to be completed. Set myself absurd goal of filling out all forms by 11pm. Let the pen-frenzy commence.