you CAN go home again, but......
I moved away from my hometown 22 years ago. I enjoyed my location and thought I'd be there forever. God had another plan. In the chess game called "life" this pawn was manuevered here and there and was eventually guided back to her hometown.
It's a blessing that I could move back into my parents' home...the home that I grew up in. I planned on getting a job in a few weeks, saving some cash and getting a place of my own. Again...MY plans are not always how things roll! It's been almost 2 months...still jobless.
Now, I realize that things take time. I'm not one that posesses patience. Evidently God feels this is something I need to work on. Love that sense of humor He has.....okay not so much a times!
I have gone from a 48 year old independent female to being viewed as a 16 year old without a clue. Respecting the "Honor your father and mother" code of conduct...I keep my mouth shut and chew on my tongue a lot. I'm thinking it would taste better with BBQ sauce. Anyhow I digress....
My dad has all his clothes in the room I'm staying in. The computer is also in the room I'm staying in. The cordless phone recharges in the room I'm staying in. The vacuum sits in the room I'm staying in. (See where I'm going with all this?) "My" room gets more traffic than a Tokyo massage parlor!
My mother obsesses with wiping the shopping carts with antibacterial wipes. Okay, this is a good idea. (I've seen those booger digger kids after all.) However, I want to say "What on earth did you do before there were antibacterial wipes? Since the beginning of time, women have been shopping with germ infested shopping carts and survived!!" However, I chew my tongue and wait patiently while she performs the ritual. If it makes her feel better, then so be it.
My father obsesses with mowing the yard. He's 71 and insists on mowing about ever 3 days...4 if it hasn't rained. This, too, is a harmless obsession and the yard looks great. I think I have heard several neighbors cursing though, because once he cuts his, all the others look as if they need mowing too, though they really don't.
My 6 year old nephew stays with my folks when he's not in school. Oh, the joys of free babysitting! He's not used to getting told "no" and I don't think he's ever felt the whack of a hand on his tookus. Enter Aunt Bendy..... He now has moments where I'm sure thoughts of "I sure wish she'd stayed put" run through that little head of his.
You can stop laughing now....
I give my folks something new to talk about. I've upset their routine (well, except for the daily Price is Right and Wheel of Fortune viewing) and they've upset mine. We're learning to co-exist. I truly am thankful and blessed that I CAN stay with my parents and I will do my best to make it a less than painful experience for them. Now...if they would just do the same..... ;)