My mom rocks
posted in Uncategorized |Have I mentioned recently how much I love my mommy?
Honest to goodness.
I called her up this morning to beg/cajole a weekend of watching the dotter.
Practically the first words out of her mouth were, “I have an off-the-wall idea–you two need to just have the movers in there tomorrow, get everything packed and away, and just camp out in sleeping bags and eat off paper plates for the next two weeks!”
I allowed as how it was a splendid idea, but that the movers weren’t even showing up until Monday, and then it was only to put together an estimate.
Then my mom said, “I was worried about you when I read that post. You sounded so sad. I woke up in the middle of the night thinking about it.”
Which, of course, made me start weeping. Hell, it makes me start weeping again, writing about it.
Moms are pretty special people.
Anyway, I love my mom. She’s special. She always has been, and always will be. She’s smart and funny and calming and down-to-earth. And she writes a kick-ass blog.
Life is better today. We whacked away at one of the bathrooms, and it looks vaguely civilized now (much better than it did before). Bathroom #2 gets civilized this weekend. The living room–aside from the dreadful carpeting–is actually looking empty (to me, at least), so we may be halfway to the proper “declutter” mark there.
I figured out what happened with a bunch of FY end stuff, and fixed it.
The upper-air wisps of clouds turned into Real Live Grey Thunderheads today, complete with gusts of wind and lightning, and severe thunderstorm warnings from NOAA. Still, alas, no rain hitting the ground, though lots was drifting off the bottoms of the clouds (called “virga“). It’s a promising start.
And, of course, I had a bunch of loyal and helpful blogging buds who virtually patted me on the head and said It Will Be All Right. It’s astonishing just how helpful that can be! (I promise, I am packing left & right and tossing stuff, as suggested, it’s just that we have 12 years’ worth of stuff to deal with, and sort into “stuff to be kept” and “What is this stuff?! And why did we keep it?!”…)
So tonight I don’t feel as much like crying as I did last night. Bit by bit, step by step, things will get better.
Then I get to spend two weeks with mamasan, the bestest mom in the world, and it seems like we might actually have monsoon-y weather by that time and we won’t be roasted.
What a difference a day makes!
