Flattened and packed (mostly)

Why is it that little children wake up and bling! that's it they're ready for the day to start, whatever time it is. They have absolutely no concept of the fact that you do not share their joy at the start of the new day and are not keen to leap out of bed and watch mindless children's TV. 6:20am and my older two were up and raring to go. They got up, flattened their beds (their term for making their beds) folded their pyjamas and got dressed. It's like being in a military academy. I haven't taught them to do this, it's just something they decided to do. They're already planning their day and I, after two cups of coffee, am still not even vaguely human!!


Well, the packing is almost done. Well, at least all the cupboards are empty. All the stuff is in the dining room in towers of boxes, beautifully packed and categorised and labelled etc. etc. by Daniel. Those of you who know him well will know what I mean. The week has been fairly stressful. On more than a number of occasions I have been tempted to pack the children too!! They are not the most helpful packing companions as they gleefully unpack boxes I have carefully packed in the search for new and interesting things to play with.

The plan is to pack a van full of stuff on Tuesday and then drive it to the container in Southampton on Wednesday. That gives us a couple of days to camp in our house and clean before we finally leave Watford on Friday.