and we've only just begun. I speak, of course, of the wonderful weather. I'm not having serious problems from the weather; it's just inconvenient to get out of the subdivision and to the office, which is my reason for not making it in Monday. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
Frankly, being at the office Monday would've been much more interesting and probably easier than the day I spent with number 1 child. Now, understand, I'm crazy about her and believe she's simply wonderful in many ways; but there's a limit to how much time two adult, familial women can spend together, happily, without problems, getting along, everything seeming okay ......
Atlanta pal that visited Thanxgvng sent me cartoon showing mother and daughter in disagreement (with humor of course). Yeah, she understood from a week end with us. I've been in this situation before, only in the other role.
I remember visits with Mama after I married and moved away. Stressful and challenging. Yet, I loved her dearly and no one can replace her. She was in so many ways a wonderful mother and very annoying person.
I hear it from other people. A dear friend tells me of trips to see her mom, an event that is stressful and must end after three days or so. Funny thing is she and I each seem to be very much like our own mother. Gee, what's that about?!
Anyone who's lost their mom will tell you they'd go through it all again and wish they could still visit her. Isn't that what life's really like, though. Wishing for something else and regretting time wasted.
Weather not withstanding, this year's OK so far with me. Some day I'm going to write an anecdotal explanation of how I refinanced my house. It appears that it will shortly actually be completed, but until it is I've nothing to say.
This week brings a change in duty, or work assignment, one that I can't discuss now. Not something I sought and don't really want. But, you do what you have to. What's that old adage, "I can do anything for one day ....." That's my mantra for a while, one day at a time.
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