Packing boxes while 23-months-pregnant is… interesting, to say the least. BUT my 2-year-old is actually napping for a change so I had best make use of this precious toddler-free time!
You never really realise how much STUFF you have until you’re attempting to cram it all into boxes. With a husband who majored in Political Science that means we have so many books. Heavy books. Wordy books. Textbooks. Books about war and dictators and genocide. Lovely. I sold most of my old textbooks back in university to get back some of the money… my husband? Kept. Them. All.
All this packing calls for a London Fog break, stat! A dreamy, creamy, bergamot scented break… perfect.