Despite my best intentions, I have been hi-jacked by life. I had a strong feeling of intent to write each week, just like I used to. I also had a strong feeling of intent to run 3-4 times a week, just like I used to. I also had a strong feeling of intent to start my social life again, see some bands and friends, just like I used to.

And then, bam … L.I.F.E. got in the way. Not that it was out of the realms of expectation, we have been renovating and extending our house since August 2018 and knew it would be coming to an end eventually, but, when the time came to move back into our family home, life seriously took over and gave me an unexpected case of the “I can’t do everything”s, and the intended goals I set for myself took the backseat, at three very end of a looooong bus. At the moment, I spend each moment of the day ticking off to-do lists, unpacking just the right box, putting it into just the right cupboard or space. Grimace spends his days trawling furniture places and those websites where community members can sell their wares, just looking for the piece to finish off our new space. When the end of the day comes and the children have finally nodded off, if I’m not back at a list, or cleaning up after the day’s occurrences, I’m in bed trying to catch up on some of the always-elusive sleep, or enjoying a glass of something, in the new space, marveling at the creation.

If I can take a moment to speak for the other members of Theverymoodyhousehold, all four of us are very grateful for the opportunity to be making our forever home, just as we want it to be, and super-thankful to the team working hard to get it finished. In fact, I am able to write this little entry just now, due to all the people on site, working to finish everything – At this very moment, I cannot use the kitchen, laundry or bathroom; nor can I sit and eat lunch with Little Mate and the builders…even at four, apparently mum is an embarrassment, as he asked me to go upstairs and eat lunch. I suddenly found myself with a spare moment or two where I couldn’t really do anything constructive (school days are all about being constructive), except write this to figure out that all the feelings of strong intent I had two weeks ago, will still be there when I can allow them the focus they need. Running, I’m coming. Writing, I’m coming. Friends, bands, I’m coming.