I am horribly behind in lots of things, but right up-to-date in playing with Fergus, hugging Doug and having new adventures.
How do you spell “hectic”?
We’ve had a fabulous, if often stressful, month
- tripping to Geneva
- having Fergus’ Nonnie and Poppie come to stay
- leaving and cleaning our East London flat
- spending a week in a newly renovated and very beautiful cottage on a dairy farm in Leonard Stanley (in the Cotswalds)(#19678 on Cottages4You), and
- spending a week in a perhaps-never-renovated and very quaint cottage in the main street of Tintagel (in Cornwall)(#23435 on Cottages4You).
- flying via Dubai to Perth with three-month-old Fergus
And guess what?
We made it! We’re back in Australia and still sane!
After a few days with family in Perth, we are now staying with family in rural WA and planning to stay with a third lot of family back in Perth later in the week. By the time we’re once again on our own as a new family, we’ll have spent five weeks living out of a suitcase with three-month-old Fergus. Yikes! But fun.
Super-stimulation for the super-baby
Fergus has coped extraordinarily well with all the moves: driving, flying, packing, unpacking and even jetlag (he adjusted in about three days and last night slept 12 hours for the first time ever!)(YAY Fergus!!).
He has managed to sleep in all manner of places at all manner of times. Flying thousands of feet above the ocean in a nearly-too-short bassinette is perhaps the cutest of them all: I reckon being three months old is more luxurious than flying business class.
He hardly stirred all through both flights, and Emirates provided a show bag of baby goodies as well as toy puppets, nappies and jars of baby food (perhaps a better option than the croissant breakfast? ;-))
A tip to travelling parents (well, it worked for us anyway): we’ve kept Fergus’ lambskin rug and hand-knitted rabbit as constants: whichever strange cot or unusual place he finds himself in, Lamby and Bunnie are there, smelling oh-so-sweetly of homemade yoghurt.
And what about the writing?
I’ve been quietly stressing about my writing while we’ve been traveling. This is because
a) I’ve done nothing, which always makes things worse, and
b) finding the chunks of time I’m used to is proving to be difficult in terms of logistics and motivation. (It’s much more fun to sit and play with Fergus all day long :-).)
During these days of semi-procrastination, I forget how much I love to write, how the hours tick by in a creative blur, how satisfying it is to get down some good words, how thrilling it is to be on the track of a new and exciting story. I know once I get back into it I’ll be away and buzzing again.
The key to Fabulous Happiness over the next few months is going to be discovering a balance between baby, family, fiction writing for pleasure, and copy writing for cash (know anyone who needs a good copy editor? ;-)). Plus an effort to stay fit, see friends, find a new house and car and pay the bills. So how hard can it be?
Bring it on: changing countries and nappies, relying on self-employment and self-motivation, recreating ourselves and our life. What will be next?