I live with my mom

My husband is a wonderful person that has supported me through many challenges and goes along with my sometimes-outlandish ideas. Yesterday he messaged me that he “forgot his wallet” and asked me to order him food. He often forgets it. But I guess his first thought before leaving the house isn’t what he can purchase today that he cannot live without. Today he sent me a picture of his feet, he had on two different pairs of shoes. He works with teenagers so that was not going to go unnoticed for long. He came home to change them almost as soon as he noticed even though it is almost an hour roundtrip. I was trying to sleep in between shifts so he didn’t wake me, but I am sure he was greeted by a dog or two as they are most happy when we are all at home.

Mom and I spend a lot of our days off alternating naps, watching funny reels on the TV in the living room, having lunch, getting our nails done, shopping or cocktails. The boys in the house are annoyed with the reels, but we love it. We laugh at the same things. My dad would have been equally annoyed and would have promptly left the room. My dad was the life of the party and the end of the party. When he was done, everyone was done. I can remember times as an adult when I was visiting their house and Mom and I would be eating dinner and Dad would be going to bed, he would say goodnight to us sitting at the table and he would turn off the lights and go upstairs. Mom and I would just laugh and then turn the lights back on and go on with our meal. As a child I was close with my dad. He was a great man and Dad. Mom and I were close also and had the typical teenager vs. Mom challenges but she has been my best friend and my biggest cheerleader my whole life. We always talked about living together again as we got older. I like to think that Dad would have gone along with it. I pretend he would have agreed and it brings me comfort to think he doesn’t think I kidnapped my mom and made her live with us. Even though I may have. I don’t regret it, and I would do it again. We made sure to pick out the new house together and Mom brought a lot of her furniture to make it feel like home for her. I didn’t care about the furniture or decorations. I cared that my mom was safe and happy and I got to spend time with her when we could enjoy it. I have always wanted to be the carer for her, I am very glad I don’t have to provide care yet, just entertainment.