I never realised how much work came after moving house, especially when the 11 year old boy you gave very specific instructions to just ignored them and threw everything wherever it would land. Clean bedding and clothes mixed in with dirty bedding and clothes. And books. And Lego. And used batteries, rubber pineapples, sweet wrappers, roll-on deodorant, and a colouring book I asked him to throw out maybe three years ago because it was a year before that the last time he did any colouring. All of that in the one suitcase. At least he took the time to zip it up. Next time I’m either doing the whole thing solo or I’m offering better payment to the boys than a takeaway and a bag of sweets.
I did send the ex a message last night telling her exactly what I thought of her and her mother. I realised that she’s been taking the piss for the last six months, keeping hold of a set of keys to my house, and bloody hell it felt good to put into writing the frustration that she’s caused over that time now that she doesn’t have keys to my house any more. I’ve deleted her number now, that chapter is closed, but I just couldn’t go out with a whimper after considering how much the last few months has messed me up.
If the last week or so has taught me anything it’s how much I really enjoy writing, as even though real life has distracted me for a while, I’ve still been thinking daily about things that I might write about. And I’m still playing catch-up on the reading too, though I think I’m only three days behind so it’s not too bad. And I will catch up! I’ve been thinking about starting a separate little series of posts about absolutely random words – what they mean to me and how I react to them, just to see how the absolute random nature of the words we come across in our everyday lives might affect us when focussing on a single one of them. I don’t know though, I might do a practice run and see what comes out!
This feels less than inspirational now I’m reading back through it, but tonight it’s all I’ve got!