“weareinmississippimom,” read the text. They’re coming home. I’m not sure how I feel about them coming home, now that I have dwelled alone in the basement for a month. I could sleep in, stay out late, eat standing in front of the open refrigerator door all I wanted without them here.
Part of my deal is that I will be mom’s Bitch. I told her that I would cook and do laundry for them while I am under their roof. Mom commented on all my networking and meeting activities with this, “how are you going to fit in cooking for us?” *sigh* A deal is a deal, so I will have to figure something out. Maybe I’ll cook everything on Sunday and they can re-heat when I’m not around.
“weareinconwayarkmom.”
So I guess I can expect them Monday or so. I was so busy getting settled that I postponed the kegger and now it looks like that won’t happen. At least until they go away again.
The bright spot in all of this is that I get to develop a deeper relationship with my folks AND get great fodder for this blog.
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