Yay box, well done.
I have decided there must be a new ESH rule: there must be at least one ESH on crutches at any time. See - I can now blame you for my troubles. I never would have put my back out if you hadn't gone and got yourself better, you selfish bitch.
The move - oh fuck is all I can say. If the house is chaos before we start, what chance of a smooth move? Thankfully we have movers coming on Friday to pack, but judging by the last experience of movers doing the packing this means we'll end up with boxes of random stuff all jumbled together, mislabelled, and plonked in the wrong room at the other end. Brilliant.
A local cleaner is coming over here in half an hour to quote for our end of tenancy clean. I am lying here and all I can see is toys and random crumbs all over the carpet, and cheerios spread liberally under the kids' table. She'll probably take one look and run. And we have to clean the house nicely as we know the people who are moving in after us.
Despite all this I am so excited about moving to our new house at last. MrP is all excited talking about the trees we can plant, and getting a wendy house for the kids painted up to look the same as the house, etc. I feel all emotional just thinking about it - we are making a real family home that our kids will remember throughout their lives!
And thankfully my new boss is being really nice about it all. You never know with these things, so that's a relief.