I … am … SO tired. And so sore! Some good sore, some not so good sore! My guns are seriously starting to take shape. I have never been so active over the past couple of days – my Body Media tells me it is so. How’s 15000 steps? Or, 8 hours, 50 minutes moderate activity in one day?!
Four days of craziness.
- Sunday, packing, then loading up the cars
- Monday, hoping we get the keys after the dramas the week before. Got the keys(!) then doing the first couple of trips. Monday night more packing, then re-packing the cars and doing a late trip over with a couple extra hands helping (in the dark, as we didn’t have any power)
- Tuesday, I made one trip over on my own, then tried to unpack as much as possible, with power(!) … Tuesday night we attacked the fridge, packed up the TV, all the big items. Then loaded the cars up again.
- Wednesday, removalists arrived at 8am, we helped as much as we could. Everything was in our new place by 11am
- Thursday, today – first trip to uni for supervision, traffic wasn’t an issue
And now, I am wrecked
It is SO nice to have our own space, no more sharing!
And a little something special from my fam to make it real >>
I could really do with a massage right about now though…