My body aches and my brain hurts. I've been fueled by substandard sleep and burned coffee. I am headed for a crash if I am not careful. This weekend: hibernation. Not leaving the house or getting dressed on Sunday if I can help it.
Well, my mother left. Cumulatively, she was here for seven weeks. What's that? Oh, no--that's no misprint, here let me tell you again: SEVEN WEEKS. Holy crap. In her wake, she has left the house in a pretty wrecked state and approximately seven projects half-done. Hmm, that's like one project per week! Great! All that said, I cried when leaving her at the airport. Emotionally, I am split between wanting to protect and take care of her and wanting her to take care of me. She is the simply the most incredibly procrastinating, biggest starter-and-never-finishin', ice-cream-eatin', used-tissue-leaving, slobbiest mcslobster I have ever had the pleasure of sharing my adult home with. And I love her to pieces.
I just hope I got a few more of my father's genes.
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