A couple of weeks ago, Spencer moved back in with us for a couple of months. Believe me when I tell you, it gave me the shivers typing 'a couple of months' as I believe it will be closer to the end of January (or February). At least that is what I tell myself, rather than be disappointed when January gets here and he is still no closer than being out on his own for good.
He came here one day, moving boxes into the newly cleaned and arranged garage, and gave me lip about borrowing the vacuum. Oh, and his displeasure with the van. Which belongs still to ME. I won't go into great detail here, but basically I told him he could pack all of his crap back into the van, dump it all at Goodwill, and bring me MY van and keys back. I might have done that in a loud voice for all of the neighbors to hear. But in my defense, if they have boomerang kids, they understand..
Instead, he calmly unloaded his crap, and went back to his apartment for another load.
Today I went out there, organized it all, washed his nasty dishes and towels, and made more space in my garage. Question: Have I lost my mind? My mother claims I have no common sense. But it's my house, and we have to be able to navigate the garage for two more months. Plus, my idiot child packed DIRTY dishes and clothes, and brought and empty boxes (no roaches wanted, thank you) and has been going back and forth from his room to the garage for forgotten items. Am I the one with no common sense to want a member of my family to make strides forward so I can get the hell out of here guilt-free? Burnet awaits, even with Hubby acting the fool over getting the property clean and pristine before the holidays.