Imposing

I could be staying at my mother's house while I'm up here, but frankly it's depressing -- not to mention hot. The air conditioner doesn't work very well and has had a hard time cooling the house down to eighty degrees. Instead I've been staying with my son. I've been here two weeks and am starting to feel in the way. My son would never say, "Mom, you're a pain in the ass," and really I don't think he thinks I am. But having anyone in your home for an extended period of time is difficult. I know this because my kids come home, individually or in various combinations, and I get stressed about the most ridiculous things. In my son's case, it's probably harder because my being there throws off the kids' routines.

Finally I have started making some serious progress on emptying the house, which makes me happy. Maybe I'm projecting too much on my son; it could be that I've had enough of being away from home and having to "tolerate" (and I say that in the most loving way) my sweet blessings. Speaking of which, we're about to enjoy a nice meal.