Tuesday, October 5, 2010
No Room at the Inn
I'm so glad my son has his own space again. Grown children and their single parents don't do especially well after extended months together, particularly in a small space. It was necessary for a while, and we had to exercise a lot of patience and understanding with each other (not always successful), and sometimes even avoidance to make it work! I'd be baking while he was sleeping. I went to bed and he created late-night, exotic meals for himself. We lived separate but parallel lives while trying to co-exist. Now that my space is indeed my own again, I look forward to picking up where I left off when it was all so new. I can now truly make it my own. My kids are always welcome, and I absolutely love having each and every one of them in my home, but with that comes this caveat: my new couch is just that. A couch. It is not a spare bedroom, though it will be happy to host my kids' posteriors for long hours, but most definitely not weeks or months, at a time!
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