They say that moving home is one of the most stressful things to do. Having children is up there too, I can proudly say that I have managed at least one of those and I am pretty chuffed at how well I am at coping being a mummy.
Back to the post! Moving is most definitely stressful. Its all about the waiting. I am the most impatient person ever, EVER! I hate waiting for christmas, I hate waiting for birthdays. When I have decided I am going to purchase something I want it there and then! Where-as the husband is a little more laid back and will think things through.
This moving lark, is a waiting game. Making it very hard for impatient ole me. Sending things off and waiting for the replies, waiting on other people, which highly frustrates me. At the moment, it seems out of our reach, I know that will soon change and we will *hopefully* get it within our reach.
I am dreaming of my summer in a garden, opening the back doors letting the children out at 8am in the morning because I can. Letting them play all day long in the garden on lazy warm days, because thats what people with a garden do, I am so looking forward to it.
I hope that as there are slow moments there will always be quick process moments which (subject to contract and all) we will have our dream home and dream garden.
I just hate waiting.