Normalcy again.

My Mommy spent a few days with me last week. HUD was out of town. Before he was to go on his trip; he asked if I was planning on going somewhere or having someone over while he was gone because he did not want to worry about me being home alone. Upon his questioning, I perked up within a few seconds, and said; “MOM! I’ll ask my Mommy to stay with me.” I knew Mom needed a break from her life as a caregiver for my Nana, and I was experiencing an extreme case of “Mommy-itis.” And the main reason for my wanting her to stay; she hadn’t ever had the chance to spend more than a couple of hours in our home, and I had lived there over a year!

Mom wasn’t able to show up at our house until late the same evening HUD had gone on his out-of-town business venture. That had enabled me to straighten up our home; sweep/mop/vacuum the floors before Mom showed up to stay a few days.

I typically try to keep on top of my household duties; the only reason I had the floors to clean on the day my mom was coming over to stay is because I had ironed 10+/- work shirts for HUD the previous day (my “special circumstances” have proven that sticking to a routine works better for me–so certain chores are reserved for particular days–in my head); I had allowed my “routine” be disturbed so I could iron my honey’s clothes; so he would look nice(ER) when he was earning money to keep our lives (his, mine, and the babies) comfortable.

Even if I had not kept up to MY satisfaction with my house-“wifely” duties; I was excited that my Mommy was coming to spend a few days with me in the house I had made into a home for me and the man I loved. It would not only be the first time Mom came to stay; it would be our first overnight guest!

10.09.15
“There’s the spot, Grammy!”

It was like our days of spending time together…doing “nothing.”

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