I have moved back home with my parents.... BUT just temporarily. My mother had cosmetic surgery earlier in the week and requires around the clock care. The dogs and I moved in to help her with recovery. It is the least I could do since she has done this twice for me in the past year. I was really looking forward to a "vacation", a trip down memory lane. However that is not what has been happening. Things in my childhood home have changed:
- My old room has new paint, curtains, and a wall border
- 3 cats have replaced the giant German Shepard
- The fridge full of home cooked meals has been replaced with a can of Spam and left over soups
Foremost, this adventure is a departure from when my mother cared for four children and a husband in this home. I am now the care taker. I feed her and giver her medication every few hours. I also change her surgical tubes. It is like feeding and diapering a new born, expect this one will be quiet when you tell it to "zip it".
Although this may not sound like much fun, I am in very good spirits. It feels really good to give back to someone that has helped you...because you WANT to, not because you HAVE to. And it is GREAT to see her do something for herself after 32 years of unselfishly doing for her family.
Plus there is still the endless supply of feta cheese!
Success of the Day: Realizing the place I have with my husband is now my true home
Pink Inspiration: The old pink paint in my former bedroom that is visible through a crack in the wall
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