Most of the time it feels as if we aren't going anywhere and that this winter is going to last forever. Same, same, cold, muddy, same, same... The truth is though that time is marching along rapidly and we will be outta here before we know it.
There have already been a couple of lasts and there are lots and lots of count downs going on. Last time I see my folks, nine more school days, nine more school lunches, one more pilates class, two more bush kinders, two more dancing classes...
And even though it feel like I am going about my normal routine, the extra things are different. I am putting clothes and towels aside, there is a car fridge in the lounge room, a monster truck in the garage, I am sewing madly and Farmer Bren is welding and measuring and painting.
This morning when Miss Pepper told me she doesn't like it when daddy is away because we are always rushing and I get grumpy, I didn't feel so guilty because I know that there will be a time soon when I wont rush and I'll have no reason to feel late and grumpy.
In fact, I think the main reason I want to go on this trip is to stop the clock. To slow down. To stop ticking things off my never ending list and to stop rushing my days away. To live in my body and not so much in my head. And to be here and now.
There are a gazillion reasons of course but that's possibly the biggest.
Another reason is of course the styling of the caravan. It's like a big girl's cubby house.
So far I've made Miss Jazzy's and Miss Pepper's doona covers and I'm now working on ours.
And look what arrived in the mail this morning from the super talented Chantal. Is it wrong that I'm more excited about this stamp than the roof racks and tow bar and cargo barriers my Farmer boy just got fitted?
I can hardy wait to start stamping that snail mail.
I hope your Monday is a funday people. x