Mom left about three hours ago. She’s been here since Saturday or Sunday and we’ve had a pretty good visit.
Yesterday, Cara, Mom and I all went down to St. Augustine and walked ourselves stupid; my feet still hurt.
I just felt like bitching a bit.
From now on you won’t be reading about my feelings on Mom. She’s asked that I don’t talk about her since you would only have my opinion/take on the issue and she wouldn’t be able to defend herself. Whatever. I’ll do what she asks. So, if she pisses me off, I’ll just write “Mom pissed me off today but I’m not going to write about it because she asked me not to.” [I know I’m not supposed to end a sentence with “to”…sue me]
I just have to say that it’s so nice to have my apartment back. Now don’t get me wrong, I loved having Mom here and it was great to see Mom and Cara interact. Fun times.
However, no matter how hard I try, I just can’t really carry on with my day-to-day routine with her here like I can without her here. And, as much as I hate to admit it, I thrive on my routine. Admitting that I need a routine sounds weak to me. Oh well. I’m weak then.
A bit of biznass before I get off of here to go toss the child in her crib.
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