But of course that does not account for my week of everyday reality - of early morning school runs that have taken hold. I concluded this morning that I had not had a lie in for about SIX weeks. Not one! Even Sundays are spent at far-off rugby tournaments, with 7am starts, where I stand on muddy sidelines with other parents. I realise at the end of a sport season that I have spent more time with these parents than with anyone else! Strange.
I loop around the sartorial challenges of the season (again) and have spent some time wondering if I will ever wear high heels again. A well-meaning and wise friend pointed out to me that our lifestyle was governed by function more than anything else and she is right. I am what I am. It is what it is.
I still make daily pilgrimages back to our real house which this week suffered a major set back. I had actually allowed myself to think we might be back in in a few weeks but one of the contractors let us down (in monumental fashion) and we have had to accept a hefty delay. I can't sugar-coat the renovation process. There is so much to do and it goes on and on and on. Makes me want a lie in.
On one of the afore-mentioned match sidelines a parent asked me what I had learned about doing up a house and what I would do differently. My response? I could talk for hours about the merits of architects and the skills of various trades. But at these later stages of the build, we have gone it alone, my husband and I like a tag team of two; we are weary project managers (and I was never that good at keeping to a critical path anyway). We talk endlessly about deadlines and scheduling of work and which trade is coming next and all I can think about is when can I sink into a new sofa and enjoy the space?! It is relentless. Our kids want to go home, we do too. But at the moment that seems like a long way off. And most people say: 'will you be in by Christmas?' to which I used to say 'yes!' and now I find myself wondering...
Our temporary dwelling is getting fuller and fuller as we stay longer, an interesting human experiment in how much stuff we can accumulate wherever we go. It started off looking like a holiday home; now it has a lived in quality.
Still in readiness for the turn of the weather (obsessed with staying warm) I have scoured the web for every kind of winter parka there is. Literally. I think I have found the one...from here. I am going Canadian because if anyone knows cold, it's Canada. I have seen Anne of Green Gables. And so it goes...waiting for winter to make an appearance, trying to see the upside!