I am moved in. Sort of.
You can’t move in my front room for boxes but I have run out of energy to sort them and move them and unpack them. Partly because I am swimming in empty boxes and have no room for anything. The Smalls have cabin fever from being cooped up in their bedroom which is the only organised room in the house and I have cabin fever from being sat in middle of a pile of boxes.
I just need to knuckle down and do it, I know. But every time I start someone needs a nappy change or I have to catch a bus or something.
I need a faerie or a brownie or something.
Or an extra day in the week.
xkcd summed it all up actually…just here