Life In Limbo

I am like a rat living among boxes.

Every now and then, you see me scavanging for something, a tea bag, a pack of tissue paper, remote control... but, over the weekend, I have more or less unpacked all our clothes and daily essentials so there can be some form of normalcy in our daily life for the next five days...

I thought I have.

But this morning, I was dragged out of bed earlier than I wanted to, to find the husband's shaver. He had a big work thing later, (which had also accounted for him not being home to unpack the whole of yesterday, very unfortunate for me...) and no way was he going to go in unshaven.

I totally agree with that and the fear of not being to locate the shaver among the boxes really woke me up.

I was already making contingency plans (run to the supermarket and get one!) when thankfully, I found it languishing in an obscure box containing small paintings. I don't know what possessed me to stuff it in there in the first place. Desperation, maybe.

In any case, having found it, I was allowed to go back to bed, for a heavenly 30 mins more.

I don't know how people manage to work and manage a household properly at the same time. The last time I had to move and set up home, it was tiring but fun, because I had all the time in the world to sort, organize and beautify. I really enjoyed it!

I really should have taken leave, but with production going on this week, that's just not possible.

Times like this, you yearn to be a full time housewife again.