I’m in trouble with my boss for not updating this blog frequently enough. If I’m honest everything’s starting to get a bit overwhelming and I’ve been having trouble gathering my thoughts clearly enough to write anything, but that’s a bit of a cop out excuse, as that’s the stuff that I started this blog to write about.
The loft is still making good progress. It’s only been just over three weeks since they started, but they reckon they’ll be finished within the next couple of days. I’ll believe it when I see it, but anyway, the whole thing’s been going incredibly fast. But now comes the tricky part, coordinating the plumber and the electrician, making sure all the fixtures and fittings are delivered on the right day, getting a quote for the wardrobes, getting the wardrobe surveyor round, setting up a date for the fitting of the wardrobes, realising the wardrobes can’t be fitted until the walls are painted, failing to get a quote from the regular decorator, finding a new decorator who can do the job quickly, realising this new decorator can’t do tiling, finding a tiler, trying to work everything out so the carpet, which has to be the last thing to go in, can be fitted before Christmas. It never ends.
To be fair, it has been poor Ursula who’s been at the sharp end of most of this, as she’s around in the day more than me. Juggling working with bringing up children is hard enough. But throw in project managing a loft conversion and being heavily pregnant with twins, and you have to be both an organisational genius (which she is) and a saint (less convinced 😉 ).
Well it will all be over soon, and then we’ll only have to deal with bringing up two new babies.
On top of this, we’re also deep into the thick of new car dramas. We finally realised we had to pull our collective finger out and get moving on the car front this week, as I think we could have trouble fitting a family of six into my surprisingly petite on the inside Audi A4. So an afternoon of tedious test driving on Saturday narrowed us down to our final choice of a Renault Grand Espace. It’s really quite depressing the choice of cars available to you when you have 4 children. But joy of joys, Renault have closed their Espace factory for the rest of the year, and in typical French fashion, have decided not to give out any information about when their ordering system will reopen. So we’re left with the choice of going for a car that doesn’t match our requirements, or waiting until next year and then probably not having a car in time for when the babies are born.
Life had just settled down into a quite calm and peaceful routine before this pregnancy. What on earth were we thinking?