So the triad's praises be sung, with respect to lovin', and life support, and all that. We really ARE a party in a box - and I like me some box. I mean, some party. Anyway.As things progress, and we're not feeling obliged to make Every Single Visit as full of romance as it could possibly get, we start to learn the things people always learn how to navigate in relationships. Shampoo. Mayonnaise vs. Miracle Whip. When one of the girls gets tearful, it may not mean exactly the same thing as when the other one gets tearful. Is the boy expected to shift gears between the temperaments of the two girls? Well, I shift gears between the boy and the girl, so, of course!! Um, or not. We're still figuring stuff out.
But last night, when I was exhausted and grouchy, and thinking out loud trying to figure out logistics for a complicated series of events, Chloe and Red popped out with two ideas in a row that were brilliant. Brilliant! Not rocket science, but exactly what I needed at the time. Three brains on board, I'm tellin ya...
Haha, speaking of learning to navigate: I was crazily thinking the other morning "Who ARE these people, and how can they live without Q-tips for God's sake?" I was clearly still operating in polite, discreet, guest-mode, because when it finally occurred to me to mention it, I got the very stoic, matter of fact "Um...why didn't you just ASK? They're here." DUH, I'm not a guest any more. And really - once you make it out the other end of the mayo vs. Miracle Whip debate, everything else is cake, right?!
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