We were driven out into the night to seek shelter at my son’s house a week or so ago as I wrote about in an earlier post.
When we got here, you could tell it was definitely a guy’s house.
But soon, his sister made her mark. I thought the man of the house finding this in the cabinet was hilarious. He was not as amused as I.
The master bedroom did not have a bed yet and was used for office space.
He used one of the smaller rooms that he had bought a mattress for, intending to rearrange things as he acquired more furnishings. The closets are spacious, but he kept his clothes here.
Perhaps this was more convenient. I resisted hanging up his clothes. I did find clean sheets and left them on his bed, simply as a suggestion.
Being a good sport, my son has adapted somewhat to being invaded by not only mom, but sister as well. Brothers have often been here and require little adjustment. Girls, on the other hand, are different. There have been purchases of things boys have no need of, like extra silverware, baking pans, first aid supplies, laundry booster, and fresh fruits and veggies.
I am happy to report the bathrooms and kitchen were fairly clean. Almost shockingly so! Warms a mother’s heart to realize the endless task of teaching does pay off.
I worried about crashing in on him, but he keeps assuring me he likes us being here . . . most of the time. He grumbles at times. It would be nice if his sibs loaded the dishwasher. You would be proud of me, Mommas. I say nothing to that, nor do I gloat. (By the way, the sibs do contribute to upkeep and mess management.)
We were talking about how nerve wracking it can be to have family around all the time and he told me he wasn’t bothered by my being here at all.
“Because,” he said, “You’re not judgmental.”
For some reason. every time I think of that it makes me tear up.
How has your summer been so far?