Getting there

The suitcases are out (and people are being wheeled around the house inside them with much uncontrollable giggling), the kitchen cupboards are mostly empty (thank-you MC!), there are many ticks on many lists. There are many piles and bags for distribution to friends and family.

And the favour is returned....

The glowing box on the wall is playing a role in our days more than I'm comfortable with and I can't believe how uncomfortable it can make me. And the kids. 


This imminent change is showing itself in all of us in differing ways and we are all a little under the weather. There have been runny noses, coughs and high temperatures.
The toilet training that was chugging along wonderfully has gone backwards. The night bed-wetting is happening again. Little boys wish to sit in the baby's chair again. The night feeding has increased and brief Mama 'free' time, such as steppping out for a run, came to a halt weeks ago. 

My head is tense and my body is letting me know that it is tired. Because there's no one enforcing a fifteen minute break, when you have to take time out. That cuppa that is needed is often reheated and then poured out a long while later, long after I've forgotten I'd even made it.
I'd prefer the friendly carpenter, fixing those long overdue little things, wasn't here whilst we go about our business. And I am a little surprised how debilitated I feel with out a pantry ready for cooking.

So, in moments, we do what makes us feel grounded, at home, at peace. The paints come out and a few other little crafty things, they dress up, they role play. 'Grab your suitcase, let's take them over here. Here is Nowhere and it is always warm here, we can go swimming.' Hopefully this helps minds rest while the house about them is packed and the conversations centre on things which are far away and unknown to them. 

The energy to knit had been absent so I sorted my collection and readied for packing but last night I took some moments and a few stitches later my mind had calmed. So rhythmic, so simple.

We will get there, and there will be tired, no doubt. But it will be There, and it will be us and, fingers crossed, it will be warm. And we'll be on an adventure, together. 


How fortunate we are.