I Want My Own Place

Don't get me wrong. I love my parents. I do enjoy certain aspects of living with them. I love my sister and I would live with her as a roommate any time, but living here is starting to wear on me. I just want a little more privacy. I want a little more freedom. I want a little less conversation.

But I do understand that there are huge benefits from living here. I am saving a ton of money. I always have someone to help me with whatever I need. I don't have to wake up Caleb early in the morning to take him to my mom's when I go to work. When I am here, I can just let him sleep in and so can she until he wakes up. On Tuesdays I take him to the library for story time, and so does my sister. When I have to work, she still takes him, so he never misses out. We are surrounded by people we love and who love us.

But still, I'd like my own bathroom. And I stand by that statement.

The Gift of Dignity

Conversations With Mom:

Mom: "For Mother's Day, I was going to get you some herbs to plant in your yard... but now you don't have a yard and I'm going to have to think of something else."

Me: "How about some dignity, mom? It doesn't even have to be new; you can simply give back the little bit you took just now."

Red Beans & Rice

Finally, I have found the perk of living with mama.

Here it is... dinner.

Red Beans & Rice cooked up just the way mama used to make it, by mama herself. I ate it... then I went back to locking myself in my room and listening to Blues.

Privacy Poop

It hasn't even been a week since I have moved in with my parents, and I already don't know if I am going to be able to make it. I have completely lost all privacy, and I can tell that my sanity isn't far behind. No matter where I am or what I am doing, I can't have more than a moment's peace. I know that people are naturally social animals, but can't a girl get a little solitude?

I was in the bathroom today - obviously, not pooping, because girls don't do that - and my mom stood outside the door and insisted on having a conversation with me. It wasn't that the topic was pressing. There was no emergency. She wasn't letting me know that there was a sudden zombie apocalypse. She wasn't there to tell me that the house was on fire. She was merely excited to have me cornered, unable to run away, and took advantage of the situation to talk to me.

I tried to be as cordial as a trapped person can be. I answered in one syllable yes or no style and uhdunno mumbles. Not getting the hint, my mom babbled on and on, stating obvious things like the time and the weather. She also proceeded to tell me all of the things that she hoped I would do today. Upon leaving the restroom, I promptly got in my bed and went to sleep. Take that productivity.

Housebear Relocation Program

I've moved back in with my parents.

End Transmission.

Move Out

Well, internet, the time has come. I can't afford to live in this house anymore; not by myself, anyway. So I am moving out this weekend. I am hoping that someone will be able to move in by May 1st so that I won't have to keep paying the rent while I'm not here anymore. I really, really hope. My landlord let me know that they have several potential renters and that many of them hope to be in by the 1st. I am so hopeful that everything works out.

Where am I moving to, you ask? Please don't rub it in. I'm moving back in with my parents. Things are going to be cramped in there. Caleb and I are going to be in one room. My sister moved back into my old room a few years ago, and my grandma and aunt Pam are going to be in another room for the Summer. That's 6 adults, 1 toddler, 2 dogs, and 11 cats. Okay, there aren't really 11 cats, but there are a lot and of course I am bringing Gingerbread Man Cat.

I am not looking forward to my loss of privacy, but in some ways, this move will be beneficial. Not only will I be saving money on rent, I'll be able to save for a car and pay off some debt. Also, it will make things easier on Caleb because I won't have to tote him back and forth for my mom to watch him while I work. Sometimes I would get off of work so late that I would have to wake him up in order to take him home. I always felt bad about that. Now, if I am home late, my mom can just put him right to bed.

Speaking of beds, that is one thing I am going to have to work out. It's important to me that Caleb has his own bed, even though we are sharing a room. I worked really hard to have him sleeping through the night in his own bed after only being a couple of months old. Now I fear that is in jeopardy. Both of our beds won't fit in the room that we will be sharing. I am hoping to be able to downsize his bed from a twin to a toddler bed. That will give us just a little more living space and every bit counts.

I should really be packing things and cleaning up right now, but I was just trying to kill some time while waiting for a phone call... oh well, guess the phone isn't going to ring tonight. It's back to cleaning and packing I go!