November 11th 2012 3:57 pm
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I don't know where I belong anymore. This weekend was a flurry of cleaning, sorting, hammering, and laundry. It is not over. It has just begun.
Middle Lad and Little Lad had two loft bed beds in what was supposed to be their room. Despite being the largest room in the house, the room with two lofts was not large enough to keep those bickering labs separated. With Oldest Lad moved off to Louisville, Middle Lad had taken to sleeping in Oldest Lad's room.
However, now Little Lad is back in his original room; the room that he started in as a baby (except when he was a baby he usually slept in the room with Mom and Dad.) But he started out having his own room, that he didn't sleep in, until he fed less frequently. Dad was able to take apart Little Lad's Loft Bed. When he built the Lofts Dad told Mom they were "never coming down," but but that was just another lie that Mom believed. Mom can be very gullible. In reality, one loft was disassembled and reassembled, for Little Lad's new locale.
Wee Lass moved over into Oldest Lad's room. Middle Lad moved back into the room that used to have two lofts, but now just has one loft.
Sophie's crate remains in the Big Room, now housing only Middle Lad, and of course Sophie, when she needs crating. Since this home is in a constant state of recycle of beds, furniture and clothes, Sophie's crate was originally Samson's crate. Samson was 80 pounds, so Sophie should not complain that her Royal Throne Crate is too small.
While Middle Lad was sleeping in Oldest Lad's room, on Oldest Lad's Twin XL bed, I frequently spent the night sleeping with Middle Lad. Sometimes Sophie joined us, or Sophie slept with Middle Lad and I slept with Mom and Dad.
I can no longer sleep with Oldest Lad because he moved away.
I can no longer sleep with Middle Lad because he moved UP. He moved UP back onto the Loft Bed he had been avoiding due to avoiding Middle Lad. I "could" climb the ladder, but I won't.
Where do I sleep? Obviously at night I shall sleep with Mom (and Dad, when Dad is "in town.")
Do I sleep with Wee Lass? I have never had a strong bond with Wee Lass. When she came home, no one asked Nannie Pennie if Nannie Pennie suddenly wanted to take on the care of a toddler. Wee Lass was just brought home from Guatemala and I was expected, without prior consultation, to rise up and care for another child. Mulligan, who was here at the time, was quite happy with Wee Lass. He just cared that Mom had room on her lap for him. She did. Mulligan on one side of her lap, and Wee Lass on the other side of her lap. Mulligan just thought of Wee Lass as a new Pack Member.
This thing is going to take a while to sort out. I begrudgingly napped on Wee Lass's bed today, sporting a nervous look on my face. Sophie had no problem napping on Wee Lass's bed. Sophie is too self-centered to think about anything but where her next soft spot is.
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Hope you can find a good snoozing spot!
This suretainly sounds like a real mess for you to put up with.
But you do have a Diary Pick today.