SNAFU

Well I am learning to appreciate the term “SNAFU” on a personal level these days (Situation Normal: All Fucked Up).

It appears that my daily life now involves lurching from one crisis to the next and weirdly I am acclimatising to this ridiculous way of living.

Carlos finally worked his magic on the washing machine and TOUCH WOOD, SPIT AND TURN AROUND THREE TIMES ALL OF YOU it appears to now work just fine. We have laundry!

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The week from hell

It has been a hell of a week, and not in a good way.

My daughter has been really unsettled by the move, and so dropping her off at nursery has led to hysterics and she clings to me screaming as the staff try to prise her off me.

It’s very distressing for all of us, and given all the upheaval of the move I decided she needed some extra reassurance so I asked nursery if I can come in for a little while in the mornings to settle her in (we are not normally allowed inside the nursery at all ever since Covid happened). They agreed, and I spent a lot of time convincing her that even though the house has changed, everything else is the same, and mummy will always be there no matter what, and I’ll still pick her up at the same time, etc etc.

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