Let's just state that moving, packing and the subsequent unpacking are not my favorite activities. With that being said, it all seems to be going somewhat fairly well.
We have tons of stuff unpacked, and most of it even has been put into a "home" location. I am sure several things will move about as we settle in.
Our kitty seems to be the most well adjusted of all of the inhabitants. She has been with me and the girls since she was a tuft of fur from the shelter (8 or 9 years ago). Second on the well adjusted grouping seems to be Middle boy. For an individual who is, by the "standards," supposed to dislike change of this magnitude, he seems to be the least affected. He knows that there is a door now, with food behind it, that he wants. How do I know this?
1. He has been fiddling with the key-pad to get into it, and
2. SOMEone left the door ajar when they got into it last, and made a mad dash with a very large handful of sour gummi worms. He is watchful when he wants something. Note to self:
Dear Self,
Leave some gummi worms in Middle's snack cabinet once in a while.
Thanks,
Yourself
We have since had a reminder to all household members to make sure that the door is securely shut when you get what you wanted.
While the majority of us may be struggling with "where is this," and "where is that," Middle and his photographic memory, goes to wherever he has seen something and simply gets it. Like the glasses, if he wants a drink, he gets a glass, end of story, except that I have discovered, that he seems to prefer the small "rocks" glasses to the other sizes.
Well, that's the crazy for today, so far.
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