We have been working double time to get everything unpacked, throwing out stuff we don’t need and panicking about the stuff we don’t have room for.
Little A has coped well with the help of WidgitOnline (such an amazing resource) and a social story. His grandparents looked after him for two days and prepped him well too.
They prewarned him what it would be like so he keeps telling me “still lots of boxes” and then last night “we need to tidy the boxes”. Everyone’s a critic!
In a few days we will be moving out of our small flat to a small house. We seem to have accrued a lot of stuff since moving in 6 years ago, getting married and having Little A. I mean who doesn’t need 32 1980s compiliation albums (here’s looking at you husband)?
Change is tough for little A so it is better to involve him in any activity. He flicked a duster at a few of our less breakable possessions this morning as I madly clean and sort.
The reality is though I cannot pay as much attention to him and he resists change. Queue choas. Drinks dumped out, eggs broken on the floor, toothpaste eaten… Behaviour that is showing me clearly he is already finding this week challenging. And being Little A he refused the Time Out handed out for this until he was ready and told me “I want time out on the bed.” Me too kiddo.
After calming play with the fans, some special time with play doh and of course some bouncing we have recovered. I may just leave everything else dusty.