Nothing worth noting on the house front. I’m so frustrated with it. The kids keep asking me for things they used to have and I have to keep telling them we’ll get those things back when we get a house and all our stuff arrives on the ship.
It’s been over 3 months of living out of a suitcase (literally) and sleeping on a thin foam mattress on the floor. I’ve worn the same few clothes over and over again.
I want to bake muffins and make granola. I want to be able to make extra meals and store them in the freezer for those nights when I just don’t have to energy or the ingredients to cook. Being able to put a loaf of bread in the freezer would even be a huge help. I want to be able to have more food on hand in the pantry so I don’t have to drag 3 kids to the supermarket every second day.
And then there’s the climbing of 3 flights of stairs with groceries and three little kids. Thankfully 2 of them can walk themselves up.
I feel SO tired of all these things that I know are temporary, but I thought they’d be a lot more temporary. I’m just over it all and at the moment it feels as though it’ll never end! I’m trapped and I can’t get out.
The kids birthdays are coming up and it makes me sad to think we’ll still be here and I won’t be able to make them cakes.
The quote for getting the cats back to Australia just came in and it’s a lot more than we expected.
I feel like we take one step forward and then two back.
I know it could be a lot worse. I know there’s people that have bigger problems. But these are my problems and I’m living them everyday. Every.single.day.
And today I am just about at the end of my rope.