Wow, what a mess we have here. Four days left until we pick up the truck and begin to vacate this house! And the place is a wreck – no visible counter space, the contents of our medicine cabinet on the floor in the living room, boxes obscuring every view in the house… But I’m keeping my panic at bay, because as a special needs mom, I know that progress doesn’t always look like progress!
The Boy is holding up well, being a real trooper. I have shared our “moving book” with him, and he seems to be doing pretty well, even with the house in so much upheaval, even with the end of the school year upon us. Today we talked about the lady with the son who also loves Cars who will be coming to pick up his Cars bed this week, and he was OK. We talked about how he could sleep on his mattress on the floor until we head south, and he was accepting and conversational… he was fine!
My parents have been here for four days already, helping me in numerous ways, as they always do when life throws me big change. And together, we’re chipping away at what needs to be done.
So, while I can’t exactly walk across the floor without impediment, and while I’m sleeping on a crash pad in the basement, and even though there is much yet to be done, we’re making progress. And that’s more than OK!