A Good Weekend....

I dread the weekends. I usually have all three of my grandkids all weekend. My mom gets upset if I don't call her daily. I've been so swamped under with other things in life that I do not get to call every day. Then yesterday when I called, I got news that devasted me. I cried for hours. My mom had called my son and asked him to move in with her. Sure he is 18 but he is very much still a part of our household. I really want him to stay that way so that he can finish college.

After spending the night going back and forth from crying to just wanting to drink myself in unconsciousness (and I do not drink), I woke up at 6:30 unable to go back to sleep. My grandkids happen to be gone for the weekend so I could have slept in. But no, not today. By 8:30 my mom was calling needing to be taken to town. She is unable to drive due to eye problems. So, I put her off for an hour or so and grab some rushed discussion time with my husband.

After we came to what we felt was a workable solution, I left to go take her to run her errand. A quick phone call to my daughter let her know the way things would be when she returned home tomorrow. Then came the hard part. As I drove my mom to run her errand, I had to convince her to move in with us. Okay, sure there are already eight people living here. Sure that is way beyond what our house should hold. The alternatives would require my trying to keep two houses going on opposite sides of the county.

So, today has been spent making plans, talking people into following through with "my" plans, and then moving a ton of furniture. So here it is late for me, and we are still moving and rearranging furniture. We will have to get up early tomorrow and do even more of the same. Sounds like a lot of work and it is. It will save a lot of work in the long run though. So, life goes on. Our house gets fuller. With four generations all living under the same roof, it will definitely be interesting.