Gripes. . . Cripes!

In the middle of a move, it is easy to lose your bearings and look at the situation as a whole unit and it quickly becomes a disorganized and overwhelming mess. At this point, I lose it. I have so much trouble with quick and drastic change. I feel like a sticker and I put up a lot of resistance when I am peeled off of a place. It doesn’t make sense because I have moved like 10 times in the past five or so years. I have been told that I make the process as painful as possible for everyone involved. “Ooops. Do I?”
This is something about me that I am trying to change. I am doing mental yoga. I am becoming more flexible. I am pulling some ligaments along the way, but the effort is there.
Anyways, as the phases of this move pass along, I am becoming more comfortable with them. We are keeping Fred. He was literally impossible to find a home for and it was either keep him or take him back to the Ft Riley vet office where he will be euthanized. There was no way I was going to do that. I love the “tat”. We are going to have to teach him some manners, and I am hoping that it is possible. He gets awfully destructive when kept inside. I have found a couple of solutions, though. I just bought a ridiculously expensive litter box that looks like a bench and has a compartment that gets the litter off of their shitty little paws before they can track it in the house. This was a huge issue we took with Fred that will hopefully now be moot. Kids and dogs cannot access the litter either. Yet another awesome point. It looks nice, to boot.
As we are keeping Fred and we are only allowed 2 animals, I had to find a home for Max. He is the newest addition to the household, and he was totally unplanned sine we found him on the side of the highway. It took all of one brief phone call to place him with someone who I know will take awesome care of him. Best of all, he works for Michelle and she said he can take Max to the office. I know Max will be in good hands. It wouldn’t have been entirely fair of me to keep a 50 lb Greyhound puppy in a 900 sq ft apartment with only one lengthy walk a day, anyways. That and it will be easier to travel around Europe with just Roscoe to worry about. He’s tiny and we can drag his grumpy little ass everywhere we go.
Yesterday, Piscern housing did their walk-through. Aside from having to replace some blinds that Roscoe chewed in the midst of his separation anxiety rages, we are good to go. I was very fearful of this part, but it was all for naught. It’s over, and that’s one phase down. Hooray for the good guys. Now all I am really stressing over is how in the hell I am going to make it cross-country with an energetic toddler and two dogs. Yippy skippy. I refuse to think about the plane trip to Germany. Nope, I am NOT thinking about it.
SO now I am blabbing. To all those in Cincinnati: I will be there soon for a whole month and a half. After that, I probably won’t be home for a long time. Mrs N: We will have to get the tots together and go to LLL meetings. Brit: the Oct 16 babies need time together!!