Tears, tantrums and moving boxes

It's been a frustrating week on the moving front. Will they, won't they! First we are then we're not....and finally it looks like we have a move date in line of sight. The house is starting to look like a warehouse with boxes everywhere which is helping to mentally move out.

Funnily, the kids are excited about moving and not upset about moving out which shows how resilient they are and what a great job Em has done to involve them and keep them motivated by the whole thing. The estate agents and solicitors are now sick of our voices and increasingly terse tone and language....but really is it really that hard to agree a move date?

My brother is over from the US this weekend so good times to be had all round. We are all healthy , happy and content so life is good. :)