Quiet week

It's been a very subdued week. We all have colds so we've been trying to take it easy. The house is still full of boxes and, though I've taken photos, I can't post them because I can't find the cables. All of the disorder has been getting me down. I absorb my surroundings and the current situation has made me very tired.

However, now that Jason has run the marathon it feels like we can focus on the house again and this weekend we're off to Ikea to buy a few things. One thing holding us up is that we don't have great storage space in this house so we need to go buy a sideboard and a wardrobe for the loft room and a few other things that will make it easier to unpack. It's coming together but it's happening very slowly.

I'm sure it's affecting the children too because they've been quite cranky lately. Our lives are very full without moving house. Rosie is doing ballet, music and two different playgroups. Toby has school and drama. Jason works all the hours God sends and I have plenty to do with the children, the house, the cat and the PTA. Last night I was up at midnight making Halloween cupcakes for the school bake sale today and typing the minutes from the last PTA meeting. I do not want to turn into a 'martyr mom'. Just need to get this house sorted and I can go back to sipping gin & tonics and eating bon bons... ha ha!

I recently read a book that I do NOT recommend. I overheard some moms talking about it and thought I would give it a go. I'd never heard of the author and didn't know what to expect, but that can be nice. The book is Nights in Rodanthe and it's basically a romance novel, which is not my thing. First, because I find it all so cheesy and unbelievable and second, because I'm such a sucker for a little emotional manipulation. I finished it on Wednesday night and then sat in bed and cried for the next two hours. It was a very sad story but I think it started me off and then all the stress of the move came pouring out. Poor Jason didn't know what to do.

It was ridiculous. I would finally stop crying then think about some other part of the book and start up again. I was irritated too because it wasn't even a very good book! I must avoid that sentimental stuff from now on. The last time I was taken in was The Bridges of Madison County in 1993. I spent HOURS crying when I finished the book. Before that it was the movie Beaches in 1990. I was crying so hard in the cinema that everyone around me was laughing and I still couldn't see through my tears on the way out and tore the handle off my purse on the exit door then stayed up until 4am weeping. I am such a sucker.