Tomorrow is the day.
Well m'dears. We're almost packed. I've reached that point where everything that's left fit into three categories. 1) Things we are using, or will use before we actually move tomorrow. 2) Things that are stupid shapes and don't fit into boxes properly and 'homeless' objects. You know those little things that never really actually have an actual place they belong? I seem to have a LOT of those. I'm thinking of just putting them all into a box, and leaving it packed in a cupboard at the new place, just to see if I actually miss anything. And then there are those awkward shaped things. I mean, come on, whoever invented and designed the food processor did NOT move house very often, obviously. ( although 80's food processors do seem even more cumbersome than the new fandangle ones. poor me!). And lastly 3) Things that are in Aesop's room, where is is (meant to be) sleeping at the moment. I don't really want to pack up his whole room until tomorrow morning just in case his night time sleeping pattern gets disturbed (if its even possible to wake more often than he does at the moment.).
So it's almost time, which is extremely exciting, a little scary, quite emotional and a great big relief all at once. I'm so so looking forward to the new place, more room and lovely homely feelings, but this place will always be near to my heart. Aesop was born in this house. Not just born while we were living here, but actually physically born in the bedroom. We got engaged in this house. We're spent so many happy and sad days here and it has served us so well. It's been close to town, nice and warm and very cozy. But it's time to move on. Throw out everything I can bare to part with, and move up in the world!
Mostly I just want the organising and packing to be over and done with. What a crap time of the year to be trying to do all of this! So far this month I have, almost single-handedly: Found and organised to rent a house, organised the loan to pay the bond of said house, packed our entire house up into boxes and small piles,changed our details with every company I can think of, changed our power and phone etc over, weeded the garden, planned xmas presents for seven people and begun buying them, made or bought all of the tree ornaments, bought a tree, made seven stockings... all as well as MY normal tasks of looking after Aesop all day, doing everyones washing, cooking dinner every single night, general housework, as well as having to do the dishes and dry/put them away half a dozen times which is meant to be Abrahams only job.
I feel like I'm about to fall asleep on the keyboard, but that's okay, because after this weekend (and maybe a few days next week) I can sleep, and just laze around knowing if I can plan and survive this move all by myself then Christmas is going to be a BREEZE.
So it's almost time, which is extremely exciting, a little scary, quite emotional and a great big relief all at once. I'm so so looking forward to the new place, more room and lovely homely feelings, but this place will always be near to my heart. Aesop was born in this house. Not just born while we were living here, but actually physically born in the bedroom. We got engaged in this house. We're spent so many happy and sad days here and it has served us so well. It's been close to town, nice and warm and very cozy. But it's time to move on. Throw out everything I can bare to part with, and move up in the world!
Mostly I just want the organising and packing to be over and done with. What a crap time of the year to be trying to do all of this! So far this month I have, almost single-handedly: Found and organised to rent a house, organised the loan to pay the bond of said house, packed our entire house up into boxes and small piles,changed our details with every company I can think of, changed our power and phone etc over, weeded the garden, planned xmas presents for seven people and begun buying them, made or bought all of the tree ornaments, bought a tree, made seven stockings... all as well as MY normal tasks of looking after Aesop all day, doing everyones washing, cooking dinner every single night, general housework, as well as having to do the dishes and dry/put them away half a dozen times which is meant to be Abrahams only job.
I feel like I'm about to fall asleep on the keyboard, but that's okay, because after this weekend (and maybe a few days next week) I can sleep, and just laze around knowing if I can plan and survive this move all by myself then Christmas is going to be a BREEZE.