Driving me crazy

I tried to get back into my writing a few days ago. But it didn’t work. I sat at my desk wasting a lot of time and doing anything but write. More change of address cards need sending? Yep, I’ll do it. Supermarket delivery need ordering? I’m right there. Filing? Ye…oh. Maybe not. I hate filing.

The truth is, I’m knackered. Yes from the house move but also from driving my children back to where we used to live every day to finish out the school year. It’s thirty five miles in each direction. If I drive them there, come home to unpack more boxes, then go collect them in the afternoon that’s a grand total of one hundred and forty miles.

Every day.

The first time I did it, during rush hour, I was a gibbering wreck. I could not see how we could do it for the next five weeks. I was all for pulling my son out of school and getting him a private tutor. Sod the expense.

Fortunately there is breakfast club which means we beat the rush hour. And my husband has been doing the morning drives this week which has made a huge difference to my well-being (not so much to his though!)

We are both tired. When I’m tired I’m susceptible to low, dark moods. I also don’t eat well, I crave chocolate and carbs. My back, neck and shoulders get sore. And creatively, well, there is NOTHING there. No urge to bake, cook or write. Instead I’ll immerse myself in books like The Famous Five, films (anything with Diane Keaton or Meryl Streep) or a TV series (such as Life on Mars which we’ve just finished watching.)

But today there is relief. Because today I can see the finish line. This time next week will be our last day of commuting. It will be a sad day – I LOVE the school he’s in. Some of my friends are there, his friends are there. But we can then start enjoying our new house properly. We can buy the chickens, we can organise the rooms. And we can explore our new area (with a great foodie market town just up the road).

Relief.