We've been here two weeks today. Two whole weeks. Some times it feels like two months, others it feels like two minutes.
The kids are getting restless and bored. House hunting is no fun. Getting in and out of the car in the blistering heat does all our heads in. With three kids you can only a small amount each day which is frustrating. They are busting to go and run and play in a park, but it's too hot. So we swim, to get their energy out, so much that their hair is turning green.
The rest of the time they're cooped up in the room while Darbs naps. They play with a handful of toys, draw and watch TV. Which was fine, but now they're over it. And so am I.
I'm tired of being cranky with them because they fight, hurt each other, break things because they're bored. I'm tired of house hunting. It's depressing.
They start school next week and they can't wait. Neither can I. It will be good for all of us. We need some space from each other. They need some stimulation and friends.
The days are long in this hotel room and I'm feeling bleurgh today. Like we'll never find somewhere to live. The longer it takes to find somewhere the harder is. It's the last day of the working week here, so it looks like it's going to be next week. Sigh.
I need a big shot of positivity and patience, because I have neither at the moment.