Home Is Where the Boxes Are

Throwback Thursday Take 2

Well, August was a rather pathetic affair. Sorry folks, I was busy packing and moving my stuff as well as packing and moving my mom’s stuff and now I’m busy unpacking stuff because if I have to look at boxes much longer I am going to admit myself to the nearest psych ward.

A million years ago I did a little blog post about a house that I was having built. You can take a little trip down memory lane here.

Okay, okay it wasn’t a million years ago. It was in May. Bite me, it’s felt like a million years since then.

Well, the house is finished and my mother and I are now the proud owners of this beautiful baby!


Whenever I tell people I now live with my mother, a majority of them do that odd smile/cringe thing. Like they’re not sure if they should say “Congrats,” “I’m sorry” or “wow, your poor mother.”

Frankly, I don’t really care what people think. Two years ago, we weren’t sure how much time my mother had left on this earth. She had been diagnosed with an inoperable tumor and only given months to live. Now the tumor is continuing to shrink and she’s getting back to her old sassy self.

I was given the best gift anyone could ask for, more time.

Our arrangement works out pretty well:

  • I do most of the cooking and she keeps the house super clean with her OCD tendencies that I in NO WAY inherited.
  • I remind her to take her medication
  • I Remind her of Doctor appointments and go with her if she can’t drive herself
  • I run errands when she’s too tired
  • I fix her TV when she forgets how to work the cable and DVD player
  • We keep each other entertained with sarcasm and laughter
  • We watch Crime dramas and HGTV together
  • We smile and cry over old family memories together
  • I do my best to train bear to be a good dog, she does her best to sneak him treats and make him fat

Most importantly she’s still here to share the little moments with me and I will be forever grateful for each and every one of them.

So yes, I live with my mother. And I am very proud of that fact.

I’ll miss all the day to day adventures with Dr. K. I mean, we are still friends of course, so it’s not like she won’t be making any more appearances. I just won’t get to blog about her as a roommate anymore.

Now I get to blog about what it’s like living with a senior citizen.

Let the games begin.

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