I am totally exhausted. I have spent the whole weekend carrying stuff back and forth, but today put that up a notch. The heavy stuff. White goods, sofas, cabinets.
My dad was an absolute legend. He is late 50s, 60 at the end of the year, but he helped from start to finish. I couldn’t have done it without him.
I’m currently propped up on our new sofa, watching our new TV, in our new house. Don’t worry though, as expected I’m also surrounded by unpacked boxes, messy rooms, a sweaty pile of clothes. Not to mention a damaged bank account, a messed up appetite and complete exhaustion. I’ve never done so much.
It has been extra hard because of the arguments we have been having. Nothing major, we are both stressed out. Snapping over nothing. I’m just glad it is coming to an end. I am more excited about moving on, fixing up our new home and making it our own.
But not yet... this week will be more about tidying up smaller issues and winding down. Chilling out. We need a break. It has been a stressful few weeks - months even.
We are in.