Wednesday, July 14, 2010

Am I really still the Mom?

I am not a happy camper. I have tried to bide my time, hold my tongue, and work through these times. A year and a half ago my two youngest moved out of our house. Empty nest syndrome. You know what that is. In January, they moved back into our house with the agreement that they would help around the house, clean up after themselves and their pets, and occasionally do things like buy groceries or cook a meal.

Uh...the story of my life. Move in, forget the agreement because we're in, and leave EVERYTHING for Mom to do. Don't think about how she might have a life of her own that she had to get when everyone told her to switch off the Mom switch that doesn't exist and some day THEY will know exactly what I'm talking about when their kids do the same to them.

I am facing empty nest again. They are SUPPOSED to be moving three states away from me this weekend. We are SUPPOSED to leave on Saturday. Do they have all the things done that need to be done before we walk out that door on Saturday? No. Will they have everything done before we walk out that door on Saturday? No. So, will we walk out that door on Saturday? No. We. Will. Not. Because I'm NOT going to be left here to clean up after them...and. their. pets. Need I say more?

I can't even go out for lunch with friends without coming home to messes to clean up. Like one of the dogs urinating on the hall floor I was mopping at 12:30 a.m. this morning. How many people were in this house while I was gone? And NOBODY could open that freaking door and let the dogs out??? And NOBODY could get the scrub bucket, some soapy water and the mop and clean it up before I got home???

Fortunately, few people read my blogs so I guess I don't have to concern myself about embarrassing anyone. Not that I think anyone who lives in this house except me really cares.

Yeah. I am ticked...or pick your favorite expletive and insert it here.