After moving in with mom I got busy cleaning windows, shopping, cooking, helping her organize cabinets. I took her to the bank, made sure Richard and I went to the laundry mat instead of using her washer and dryer, washed dishes by hands as she didn’t like to use her dishwasher. I thought I was being really helpful. Apparently not.
Richard worked on our house from 7:00 am until he went to his “real work” at about 2:00 pm. He got home to mom’s at about 11:00 pm. Same routine every day.
I went to work at 7:00 am and got home at 6:00 pm; “never the twain shall meet.”
Then he got switched to regular hours. Hooray for our marriage!!!! I don’t have to say to him on Sunday nights anymore, “See you next Saturday.”
Well something started to eat at mom. Maybe it was the dog and 2 cats being with her all day. Whatever it was mom had enough. And she didn’t come out and say it. She just made odd remarks. Stopped eating whatever I made for dinner and opted for a sandwich instead….weird.
We took the hint and left. I don’t think she has any idea to this day what we’re living like. But I hope I’m a little grateful for what I have in light of all the earthly disasters lately.
It does gnaw at me that she’s sleeping comfortably in a clean house that has television and running water while I’m walking on nails in the floorboards and rummaging through boxes for the next thing I’m in need of.
I just hope it doesn’t rain because that would REALLY depress me.
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