It is starting to overwhelm me now, how much I still have to do, and how little time I have to do it. Sometimes I feel like I’m going backwards, given that it is not uncommon for me to pack a box up, then go to another room to find something to fill that last space. Then return, to find almost the entire contents of the box, outside of it as Mr4 had spotted some toy I had packed away he wasn’t yet ready to part with.

Shed a few tiny tears today and tonight. I wish I had some help, it feels like a lot to do on my own and still work full time. And still do all the Mummy-things in the evenings with Mr4. Add to that, that my work is EXTREMELY busy this week, so there’s no room for slack there.

I’ve moved around a lot growing up and in my ‘adult years’ but this is the first time I’ve attempted to do it on my own. It’s also surprising how many extra costs they land on you here in Australia. In New Zealand, there’s usually no ‘moving fee’s, here, everyone seems to lump a $100-200 fee. Gah. And my back is mega-sore.