Livin' in Sin
So far, the move has gone pretty well. Brett arrived with Sundown on Friday night. She was initially freaked out by being in a new environment and kept army crawling everywhere like some danger was going to lunge out at her (Brett DOES know my pet history - I'm wondering if Sundown is expecting to get offed). Since Saturday morning, she's been doing a lot of exploring and has taken to going from level 1 (the floor) to jumping onto higher and higher things (couch = level 2, dining room table = level 3, counters & windowsills = level 4, fridge = level 5) up to (shakily) level 3. She LOVES the stairs and is FASCINATED with going on on the balcony to survey her lands. Tonight I had to bribe her to come in. So far, no kitty destruction, but she does reallyreally want to get those claws into the yellow chair. BIG NONO!
Brett and I have worked our butts off with the move this weekend. Poor guy is just exhausted and has to start getting up an hour earlier now for his hideous commute. I'm babying him a little right now because I know it's not going to be easy for him, but hopefully it won't be all THAT terrible.
My house is a MASS of boxes and clutter. I'm not doing well with it. Finally, last night, I had to start putting some of his stuff away because it was keeping me from being able to sleep. So I Wilson P-A starting putting the dishes away and trying to clear off some space on Cooking Show Island. Eventually, he got the point and unpacked and put away his bathroom stuff (not quite noticing the organizational pattern, but at least it is in cupboards). Tomorrow, while he is at work (and can't stop me) I'm going to get a bunch of stuff put away. His goal for tomorrow night is to get his tv/xbox set up in the man loft.
Last night, we made our first cohabitational trip to the grocery store. I loved it. He's so excited about giving up bachelor eating and I am so excited about having an audience to cook for.
I can't wait for the exhaustion part of moving to be over. :D
Brett and I have worked our butts off with the move this weekend. Poor guy is just exhausted and has to start getting up an hour earlier now for his hideous commute. I'm babying him a little right now because I know it's not going to be easy for him, but hopefully it won't be all THAT terrible.
My house is a MASS of boxes and clutter. I'm not doing well with it. Finally, last night, I had to start putting some of his stuff away because it was keeping me from being able to sleep. So I Wilson P-A starting putting the dishes away and trying to clear off some space on Cooking Show Island. Eventually, he got the point and unpacked and put away his bathroom stuff (not quite noticing the organizational pattern, but at least it is in cupboards). Tomorrow, while he is at work (and can't stop me) I'm going to get a bunch of stuff put away. His goal for tomorrow night is to get his tv/xbox set up in the man loft.
Last night, we made our first cohabitational trip to the grocery store. I loved it. He's so excited about giving up bachelor eating and I am so excited about having an audience to cook for.
I can't wait for the exhaustion part of moving to be over. :D