I cannot bring myself to start the process of physically putting items into suitcases.
I have spent hours this year sorting drawers and cupboards and shredding bills and papers, but now it has come down to having to fill cases I am procrastinating.
Hubs and daughter are happily flinging stuff into their two bags and jollily dragging them into the kitchen where the bathroom scales stands attentively with “Hello” displayed on its screen, ready to record the weight of each visit, 10 kgs. 12.4kgs, 16.2 kgs.
Malia decides to stick at 16.2kg as if she is playing a game of pontoon and doesn’t want to go bust at the airport if there is a discrepancy between the balance of the counter scales and our lowly bathroom ones. She’d love it if I came up with room to allow her to fish some of her “must haves” out of the rubbish bins.
Today I am supposed to be putting into piles what is to be shipped and what we are going to personally lug half way across the world. I have a cupboard with items at the ready but potential snags may lie in the duvet we will be using tonight, overlooked paintings on the walls, heavy coats that I may still need or lamps on side tables; with three pairs of eyes though…perhaps I have time for another blog!
Tomorrow!
My personal bag cram can wait until the morrow.
Today I have much more important tasks at hand.
The brain numbing job of setting up next week’s tweets. Not too bad as all the headlines have already been written, just a case of cutting and pasting.
Then I have a few blogs to write, hone and schedule so that I do not have to revisit the sites again until next week.
Later I’ve promised to join my daughter in a final trip to town. Saturday was our last excursion but she tells me she didn’t realise it was our LAST, last excursion so off we’ll go again keeping our fingers crossed the Olympic rings are down.
Finally we’ll pop down the High Street for what I need to stress is the LAST time, to have a coffee and a chat in our favourite cafe.
I just remembered we’re having our farewell meal in the flat tonight, a real celebration or perhaps a wake…?
That leaves all night to prepare for the movers and shakers tomorrow. I can always do my own packing when they’ve left.
How difficult this is!
Perhaps a final walk?
Well hello there! My name is Vivienne McNeny.
I am an empty nester exploring life as a Boomer…you could say I'm happily Boomering along!
As a homeschooling Mum I have finally quit the job of role model and mentor to my four children. I do what I want to do, eat when I feel like it, enjoy life with my blue eyed cowboy and clean my house once a month or so whether it needs it or not!
In true English form I write about the emergence of my true identity now that I can no longer hide behind my children as their Mum.
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