It’s hard trying to sleep sandwiched between the kids.
Cat was shouting so I’m now wide awake and curled up on the sofa. Stuff everywhere. I just hope the removal men can cope. And that I’ve boxed everything up enough. There’s a few open ones cos things are a bit too tall - they can always go in my car.
I suggested an Air BnB belonging to one of the parents from school, along with a couple of other options. It’s up to him now.
God, I’ve got so much stuff. I mean, it’s cool, cos I can sell it, but right now I’m looking at all these boxes and wondering how on Earth they will all fit. Next year I must declutter. Panicking a bit in case it doesn’t fit in the garage. But if I need to I can put it all in the single room I was going to use as an office, I can cope without for a bit.
I’ve not had a chance to email my divorce solicitor yet, so he hasn’t been served with the petition. Frankly I don’t think another week or so is going to make much difference. After that, the question is where to send it 🤣
Funnily enough, I’m not going to miss this house. I don’t think. I’ll miss the things I put in it, like my beautiful radiators. But I got the rugs and the pictures and the Loaf sofa and bed - stuff like that doesn’t matter to him - all of which I chose.
One more mountain to climb. I’ve got a big supermarket delivery coming this afternoon, and put in a takeaway curry for myself. I’ve packed some firewood for the Woodburner tonight and have a load coming Saturday afternoon, so we’ll be nice and toasty.
A good friend is coming for 3 hours to help me unpack and bringing me lunch. Sod the Covid rules, she said. Bless her. Just going to focus on beds made, plates and cutlery, glasses and lamps - always so much nicer than the overhead lights. Anything else is a bonus.
I’ve not cried lately. Suspect that’ll come.
One of the things I’m most looking forward to is being able to talk to my friends freely. I keep thinking about whoever said their house was suddenly full of people dropping in - mine used to be like that, but I’ve realised now it isn’t - quite apart from the Covid stuff - and that I rarely talk to my friends as I can’t talk freely. I never did any of the fun Zoom things in the first lockdown because he wouldn’t like it. Now I can!
One foot in front of the other. Time to stop wittering and try and get some more sleep.