Sunday

Couldn't eat much yesterday, half a bowl of carton gumbo, a bagel and a few custard creams. Junior was on the bagels, macaroni pie and whatever else he could find. Just pigged out on sausages, chips, peas, yorkies and gravy feeling much better for it. Did a little bit of boxing and bagging as we waited for the oven to heat up. All three big cupboards and the small room that was getting used as a cupboard at almost completely sorted. Always a source of anxiety when flitting.. Big stuffed cupboards.. Pain has been really really nasty. So not planning on doing anything else today, except shower with the shower that gets freezing cold every minute or two and get Pabs to do the same. Saw a polo shirt hanging up and trousers in the wash basket so he's good for tomorrow.

Got my list of calls to make after he's left for school, probably will end up going to sleep after that. Anxious about the calls, anxious about not knowing the stuff I need know. Neither of us are sleeping much during the night, poor lad will suffer getting up tomorrow. Its rough as for me but at least I can go back to sleep. I might get woken up by the "can you come get him he's falling asleep call". Spending the small hours adding essentials and not so essentials to our Amazon list and being all excited. Body is telling us to not move the big move day forward, parts of our mind are just so keen but we can recognise its best to not over commit. Its not like once you move you can just chill. You gotta empty all the fucking boxes. Figure out where to put stuff. Gotta get a cooker, gotta deal with a new school. And new Doctors..

Man I'm so glad we ate a meal.

Hidden objects call..