After weeks of feverish activity,
it feels weird being able to sit down and do nothing.
I forgot to bring knitting needles (although I have a ball of wool)
and I accidentally packed my books to read
(along with James' bond money)
in a carton that went to the storage unit. #epicfail
I'm still feeling pretty knackered to be honest
(three naps yesterday)
so it is good to be able to just hang with Annie wherever she wants to be.
Turns out this is a good thing,
because Miss Annie is finding the transition away from Earl Street
and all her friends, really really hard.
There have been tears.
She wants Archie to come out here and play.
Also the scale of both the house and the property is scary
to someone who is used to hearing someone breathe from the next room!
It seems a long way away from mama
if you venture upstairs to the bedroom,
or far far away to the playhouse at the edge of the garden.
Annie is being very brave.
We are having lots (and lots) of cuddles.
There have been treats (like watching TV).
There are lovely cousins to talk to and follow about.
And in every spare moment,
she draws pictures of houses,
both where we are and where she hopes we will go.
Turns out transition is hard,
no matter how old you are.
Lucky there is always cuddles