| So, you've been reading my mom's side of the story for quite some time, now. Mom and I thought it would be fun if I interjected my side into the mix. She and I are a lot alike where it counts, but we are very different when it comes to personal styles and choices in life. My moving back home has been a big adjustment for all of us. As you probably know, the Jomammatee hates change but she has been holding up really well! Sure, there have been some issues along the road (mostly minor) that we have had to work through. However, I would say that we have a really great mother/daughter relationship. I adore my mom. She annoys me at times and I annoy her back, but isn't that how it usually goes?
Probably the biggest change around here has been my mom having to learn better sanitary habits. With my being pregnant and nine wild critters in the house, this has become a huge issue for us. I razz her about what the animals have touched through her and she gives me her usual "exasperated, but I still love you despite you being a pain in the…" look. Then, she adjusts her habits to be more careful or else she goes about her usual ways. Take this morning for instance. Mom is holding one baby raccoon while struggling to find another raccoon that is in the midst of escaping. I sit there eating my breakfast wishing that I could help because I think those little, screaming monsters are just so darned adorable. (It kills me not to be able to feed and handle them with her!!) While she's looking beneath for the fugitive raccoon, I see a nice bit of urine leaking out of the fidgety coon in her hand and streaming all over the carpet in the living room. Bill stands there watching and giggling a bit in his little boy way while I comment how attractive it is to watch coons pee while I eat. I've debated all day whether or not she is going to shampoo that area of rug. I already know the answer so I will probably end up doing it. But, how can I be mad? She is just taking such great care of those little girls! Besides, she's been adjusting to all of these major changes and new responsibilities so well, just like the old trooper that I remember her being when I was a little girl. But, I of course have gotten back at her… kind of. While she was vegging out, I rearranged the kitchen countertops. She has just come out of her room and it is only a matter of time before she notices. Keep in mind, she did tell me that she was overwhelmed with where to put everything as we are essentially combining two kitchens. So, while she was out of the area, I organized all of the appliances into one central location, cleaned all of the countertops, did all of the dishes, put everything away, and organized some more! Oh boy, am I going to get it! : ) That's another area that she and I differ in. I am a little creature of habit that loves organization and structure. She is a happy go lucky kind of gal and doesn't mind things being in a state of happenstance with a hint of disarray. That sort of stuff drives me a little nutzoid. She gets a big kick out of messing up a towel in the linen closet and watching me refold it so that it looks neat and orderly in there. I get great satisfaction out of organizing something and watching her tell me how neurotic I am about cleanliness and neatness. Well, I guess that's all there is to say for now. Maybe she or I will tell you how she reacts to the kitchen. I was hoping to know and tell you her reaction as it happened, but she went straight for the shower. I, on the other hand, must be heading off. I have to watch Amadeus for my film class. Oh, how difficult it is to watch one of my favorite films for the umpteenth time! I only wish my professor would ease up on the 250 word limit in my written response to it. I could write a few pages at least and still not be satisfied. If that's my biggest beef this week, I've got it too easy. I hope you enjoyed! |