Friday, June 11, 2010


Howdy doodie laydie roonies!

So I'm in my new digs (who invented that saying and what the fuck does it mean anyway?) and I'm doing ok.

Oh shit on a stick it was a HARD MOVE. Then again aren't they all? Look, I am Queen of Time And Motion, I love to plan out and find the best "flow" and darn it I'm good at it. Not because I am some sort of time-space-continuum geek, I am just impatient AND lazy at the same time so I like to get maximum payoff for minimal effort.

So it's all planned out. Then dammit, Grandma can't take the kids off my hands for the only weekend I actually need her to (bless her cotton socks, she is a good Nanna), so I decide it would probably be better for Cyclone to see the whole dynamics of the move, it might help him to participate and pack things up.

Then dammit, the truck won't get here till the afternoon...then dammit it's not coming till the next day. Lucky I have a hangover (self pity drinking lol) and haven't taken everyones beds apart. Dammit - Cyclone was primed and ready for the truck to come and now he is bouncing off the walls because things have changed.

But we get though, I manage to set up the beds in the new house before the kids come, they are excited and have a tea party in every room. I get them to bed a little late but that's ok. Cyclone cries in the night "I wanna go home" and I cry because that's what I want too.

I realise with a BANG that I am sharing a house again. That my beautiful bed, enormous and wooden like Noahs Ark, won't fit in my room so I have a plain bed that reminds me of uni days. I cry cos I love that bed and have lost that simple pleasure on top of everything else.

But now a week has gone by. It's not so bad. Sharing a house stops me from being self-indulgent and I make sure everything is put away and has a place far more quickly than I would before, and I benefit from that.

There is still much work to do but I have written a list and separated it into days so I don't feel overwhelmed. I sit here in front of a roaring open fire, in the house of my friend, with the lappy on the couch, the phone by my side (taking calls from my buddies looking out for me this week) and not just realise - but feel how fucking rich I really am.


Lucy said...

Phew. Are the kids all cool with it now too? xx

Andrea said...

sounds exciting and I agree, no amount of money can buy people who care about you xx

Kellyansapansa said...

Best of luck with this new chapter in your life, I'm sure it will feel like home in no time. After all, home is where the heart is!

E. said...

Yay on the move being mostly smooth. No one are kids have issues when nothing ever seems to go exactly to plan!

Enjoy your new space.

Do your friends want to adopt me? They sound lovely.

Anonymous said...

Glad you are getting all settled in now. Wish I lived closer to have helped out.