So starts another week in limbo.
Not knowing when we will get to Hamilton... I hate this feeling.
I just want to move on with the next chapter, get us all settled again in a new home.
When you put your house on the market, you disengage from where you are... the house you made into your home becomes just another house you want to move out of.
I no longer feel 'at home' here. It's not a nice feeling.
*sigh*... moan over.
I have NO PLANS today. The house is spotless. There is nothing to do.
I don't feel like sewing.
So I might as well work on the fitness.
Get on the treadmill/exercycle ... while watching a movie on the TV downstairs.
Let's hope that lightens me misery guts mood.
Oh yeah... some photos from last night:
ABOVE: Steve looking like a bloody sheep... I cut his hair last night, then forgot to take an 'AFTER' photo. Derrr.
ABOVE: Hanging out before dinner.
ABOVE: Archer happy on his tummy.
BELLA: No he didn't. He's not rolling over YET.
Won't be long though, he's trying hard.
This morning I did NOTHING.
I am just in the most crabby, depressed mood.
I can't seem to pull myself out of it.
I'm eating anything and everything and I don't give a shit.
See? Depressed. Can't see anything good happening for ages... just like what happened in Palmerston North... took something like 11? months to sell there. Over it already.
Sheesh! What happened to my "Don't Stress About It, It WILL Happen Attitude?"
I don't want to be this misery guts.
I'm going to kick myself in the butt and sort my self out.
There has to be something I can do to make my time happier.
But What? Maybe going back to patchwork class? Hospice? Must give it some thought I think, I don't want another day like today, where I simply did not want to even get out of bed.
End of Day: a crappy day. No motivation to do anything. Hopefully I'm out of this funk tomorrow.