We started moving in this Tuesday past.
AB is working 7days at the moment, so the routine is:
- drop off kids to school
- drive to flat
- up & down stairs until the car is filled
- back to house, unpacking, cleaning, washing, sorting
- pick up kids
- go to flat, lather, rinse, repeat
- ignore whining
- afterschool activities
- arrive home exhausted and realise I need to cook dinner.
But it's beeee-yooo-ti-ful!
I just wish all these boxes would unpack themselves and the flat would clean itself.
There's still things to be done .. like my cupboard handles only all went on today, and the
sparkies were here yesterday doing things. The splashback needs to be sealed,
and the bedrooms are sans carpet.
I love my Escapees cushion above. Seems apt somehow..
Kids are spoilt. We offset sharing the smallest bedroom in the world by putting a tele
on the wall for them to play their Minecraft on. ( I am anti-bunk-bed after (a) having them
myself as a kid, and (b) having already dealt with a broken arm once in this motherhood,
I am not going to be tempting that kind of fate again..)
And for all those that thought it was a bit weird that my kids shared a QS bed, you'll be
happy to know they now have their own beds. I love the red frames with their grey striped linen
Not sure what's the story with my kid staring at the tap. He's weird.
Also: the under-bench kickback thingy yet to arrive..
And a pano after dinner the other night when I sat back and went
"I freaking love this house, how's the serenity?" ( ignoring the mess )
Removalists booked to get the last of the furniture out of the flat tomorrow.