Three weeks. Three weeks. THREE WEEKS! That’s not very long, is it?
I finally feel like I’m getting there, like my to do list might get done. Have a look at it, it’s a forest of felled tasks. There are still quite a lot of things in cupboards that need to be put in boxes, but I don’t think it’s an unmanageable job. School harvest festival on Thursday is going to come in very useful on the kitchen cupboard front. I’ve done a fair amount of the necessary admin, there’s more to do, but a lot of it is last minute stuff. I’ve accepted that there are some things I simply won’t get round to. And that’s OK. Our new bedroom curtains can wait.
I’ve even started packing. Normally I’m a night before sort of packer, but for nine months, that’s possibly too lackadaisical. So a corner of our bedroom is piled high with first aid kits, thermal underwear, swimming costumes and craft stuff. Expect a full unexpurgated list soon.
The children have eight days left at school. That’s eight more mornings of, have you cleaned your teeth hurry up and put on your shoes where is your water bottle.
Our recent weekends have been a blur of social activity, and it’s due to get busier. I’ve also been squeezing in as many lunches and coffees with friends as I can while the children are at school. Much to their chagrin. Although it’s sad to say goodbye to people, it’s also been a real pleasure to see so many friends in a relatively short space of time. Too often, I let these things slip.
Having spent three years batting this around in my head and worrying about the tiny details, I am strangely calm. And properly, genuinely, fizzy feeling in my chest, excited. Not long now.