Here in NC, it’s hotter than Satan’s kitchen! It’s probably hot where you are too but add 100% humidity and, well, we have moisture every freaking where. I have asthma so I can’t breathe and just walking to the mailbox, I feel like I’m gonna pass out. Right there in my driveway. Where all my neighbors would just drive by and say, “why is our crazy neighbor laying in her driveway? Doesn’t she know it’s super-hot outside?” Yep. Welcome to my ‘hood.
Add the super-hot weather to the fact that the dog wants me to play outside with him ALL THE TIME. And you can see why I’m in a bad mood all day. But did I tell you my news? BOTH MY KIDS ARE LIVING AT HOME AGAIN! Yep. Didn’t I write a post a few years back saying once they leave, they stay gone? Did I just dream that?
Thing 2 is a college kid and of course I have to let him live at home till he goes back for the next year. I would be an awful mom if I didn’t. Or a more awfuler mom. Yes that’s a word. I just made it up. And Thing 1 decided to move back for a month since his lease was up at the other place. His plan was to live at home while he looks for another place. His new roommate plans didn’t work out and now he’s home for longer. Oh, you know I am charging rent to that one. I think I will text him and ask him to pick up some half-n-half on his way home from work. I could turn this around for my benefit.
What’s the problem you ask? First, we live in a small house. Have been here for about 25 years. The thought of packing and moving drives me to drink. But lately I’ve been thinking we are defiantly going to move. Soon. Our small house now has 2 huge men besides Big Daddy and one large dog.
I used to have a home office to work out of. That’s now become the catch-all room again. And to top it all off, my oldest kid has been drinking my booze. I am sure of it. He might say that’s not true that maybe I’m just drinking more, but honestly let’s blame him for now.
Don’t get me wrong. I love my family. But Big Daddy and I had gotten very used to “empty nest” life. Now we are in limbo. And they have started asking me, “what’s for dinner” again. Can I make it just a few more months? Maybe I would be a more tolerable mom if the heat index wasn’t 1000 degrees. Because cooking and doing laundry in a heatwave can make the best mom a pure T bitch. (Southern Slang)
Can you relate? Or are you one of those moms that just loves your precious babies no matter what and would never be upset if they all came home to live with you again forever. Maybe you like waiting on them and cooking for them and doing their laundry. And yes, I could get them to do it all but they have jobs. I have a job too but I get to work from home. SO. I’m the house maid too. 
Not really complaining. It’s just the heat getting to me. I’m sure after a few margaritas and some Netflix time I’ll be fine. I’m dreaming of the day that my hubby and I pack up the house, sell it and move to one bedroom home. Or at least have a guest house in the backyard. We will just have to wait and see. In the meantime, check in on me on occasion. 
Till Next Time,
Love, Peace and Margaritas!
