The park

Late start to the morning (I was the first up at 7.30), eldest up just after me, husband and youngest just before 9 (yup!) 

Terribly night with the eldest, he woke up about 11.30 and for some reason would not go back to sleep, was insistent he'd had enough sleep and he wanted to go downstairs. I traipsed off to the spare bed at about 1.30am, having had enough of him.  Clearly, my sympathy had ebbed away in proportion to the sleep I was missing.  I think he'd slept on and off between then, can't exactly remember.  So we've all been a bit not our best today. 

Removal man came this morning to quote for moving us.  The husband and I are a little over-whelmed with the amount that needs doing over the coming weeks.  I swore last time we moved that we would have packers 'next time'.  Once again, the cost of it concerns us, but I suspect that time will make the decision for us on this one! 

Husband has spent pretty much all day in the downstairs loo finishing it off (almost done).  I've finished painting a bedroom, made biscuits for a birthday tomorrow and spent a couple of hours out with the boys.  By the time we got out, I had an awful headache, so I spent most of the time in the park sat on a bench feeling a bit sorry for myself.  The boys played beautifully together though and cycled to and from the park really nicely (it's at least a mile away, so I was quite proud of them).