This has been a wildly emotional rollercoaster ride of a week. I am ready to get off.
I feel as though slaying dragons would be preferential to living through this week, it's been that rough around the edges.
I'm not drinking flagons, though I do feel as though I could be sitting under a bridge near you, with my brown boxes in tow. We have one sleeping bag and one swag, so the kids are right.
Our house is semi packed up. Tiny is totally out of sorts and is requiring a whole lotta cuddles. Which is fine with me because I need them too.
I know this is a blessing in disguise, but it's getting through this time before we move, with half our lives in boxes, this stagnant living, well it stinks.
image is of St George.
