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I've been meaning to write bits of this post in some form since February, when it started to feel as if everything was coming together for us. In some ways this lapse has become symbolic of the subsequent feeling of not making progress.
At last report we were urgently looking for a new flat and our consents had just gone into council. With much gratitude to the previous landlord who extended our lease for the month we needed to find and move into a fairly spacious four bedroom place right at the Christchurch end of the southern motorway and possibly closer in travel time to my work than where we were. We will miss the space when we move to our own little place I am sure...
Said little place at least now has foundations, as of 2-3 weeks ago. There has been a little bit of ground/drainage work on the site since, but I have no objection to the pad getting a decent curing time. E and I drive past each day after I pick her up from school to check. There are several other houses in-construction on the street, most ahead of us, but neither of the adjacent sections as yet.
E joined us in January as planned and I run her our to school each morning and take a break from work each afternoon to go out and collect her. This has really helped move my body clock back towards where it used to be (some mornings are still hard) and on weeks where we don't have too many other errands (usually health related) given a boost to the amount of hours I am spending at work. I still have to put in a little time most weekends, but I am not spending as many very late evenings, which is good as D's shoulder continues to get worse for no discernible (x-ray, ultrasound so far) reason and I am needed to help prepare dinner.
One downside of the new rental is the elements on the oven, which are not consistent enough for D to be able to reliably make eg a cheese sauce. This has constrained our options a little.
So I have reached the point of almost balancing the requirements of household duties, school run duties (which at twice a day Christchurch - Rolleston do add up in both time and petrol) and work commitments with even a little time to myself when I absolutely need to collapse or hermit grumpily. Easter is hopefully going to give me the chance to catch up fully; there are handful of big tasks for tomorrow (Monday) barring interruptions (of which I feel there have been far too many over the past months).
I am admittedly typing this in the office on Easter Sunday to give me a break between two significant sections of work which I intend to get done (one down), but at least I have found the time and energy to do so. And with this out of the way I can move onto another outstanding task, maybe soon even some of the unpacking / cataloguing / decluttering which desperately needs to continue before we move for what will hopefully be the last time in a very long time.
I've managed a couple of other little things in that vein also this weekend, after a significant emotional collapse over the whole state of things last week. Generally though my mood is holding, although it can quickly slide from from positive to grumpy. My sleep for the last little while has rarely left me feeling rested; many dreams with a particular ... texture? feel? which I have come to recognise as meaning my mental state is getting better or worse, but can never be sure which.
At last report we were urgently looking for a new flat and our consents had just gone into council. With much gratitude to the previous landlord who extended our lease for the month we needed to find and move into a fairly spacious four bedroom place right at the Christchurch end of the southern motorway and possibly closer in travel time to my work than where we were. We will miss the space when we move to our own little place I am sure...
Said little place at least now has foundations, as of 2-3 weeks ago. There has been a little bit of ground/drainage work on the site since, but I have no objection to the pad getting a decent curing time. E and I drive past each day after I pick her up from school to check. There are several other houses in-construction on the street, most ahead of us, but neither of the adjacent sections as yet.
E joined us in January as planned and I run her our to school each morning and take a break from work each afternoon to go out and collect her. This has really helped move my body clock back towards where it used to be (some mornings are still hard) and on weeks where we don't have too many other errands (usually health related) given a boost to the amount of hours I am spending at work. I still have to put in a little time most weekends, but I am not spending as many very late evenings, which is good as D's shoulder continues to get worse for no discernible (x-ray, ultrasound so far) reason and I am needed to help prepare dinner.
One downside of the new rental is the elements on the oven, which are not consistent enough for D to be able to reliably make eg a cheese sauce. This has constrained our options a little.
So I have reached the point of almost balancing the requirements of household duties, school run duties (which at twice a day Christchurch - Rolleston do add up in both time and petrol) and work commitments with even a little time to myself when I absolutely need to collapse or hermit grumpily. Easter is hopefully going to give me the chance to catch up fully; there are handful of big tasks for tomorrow (Monday) barring interruptions (of which I feel there have been far too many over the past months).
I am admittedly typing this in the office on Easter Sunday to give me a break between two significant sections of work which I intend to get done (one down), but at least I have found the time and energy to do so. And with this out of the way I can move onto another outstanding task, maybe soon even some of the unpacking / cataloguing / decluttering which desperately needs to continue before we move for what will hopefully be the last time in a very long time.
I've managed a couple of other little things in that vein also this weekend, after a significant emotional collapse over the whole state of things last week. Generally though my mood is holding, although it can quickly slide from from positive to grumpy. My sleep for the last little while has rarely left me feeling rested; many dreams with a particular ... texture? feel? which I have come to recognise as meaning my mental state is getting better or worse, but can never be sure which.
