Yesterday was the day of the Great Jeans Hunt. It appears that women under 5' 3" don't have babies, or so the high street seems to think. Plenty of maternity jeans out there but barely any in the short leg/petite range. Next and Top Shop both stocked the tall range in maternity but not petite, irritating isn't the word. I ended up going to Mama's & Papa's where there was a great range of style in the petite range. I got a pair of boot cut style, right now they're a little baggy to say the least but I doubt that will be a problem given a few more weeks.
Feeling very tired and irritable today, generally quite down and miserable. Wondering if it's the realisation that comes with beginning the packing process that's triggered it? I packed most of my scrapping stuff up this afternoon and knew I wouldn't see it for several months. *sigh* I've kept a small(ish) box of stuff out to take to Linda & Graham's house, I'm hoping to work on the Disneyland Paris album there. Having that goal helped me minimise the stuff to take with me.
I feel guilty for secretly wanting the solicitors to keep dicking us about with the paperwork for selling this place. Every day they drag this process out is another day we don't have to live under someone elses feet. I always feel like I'm massively imposing when I'm there, even if it's only for a day, I'm gonna feel permanently guilty when we actually move in! At the same time I want this place to get sold quickly to get rid of the niggling worry of it falling through and so Scott can chill out a bit, he's worrying over every tiny detail right now.
No wonder I'm tired and miserable!!!
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