I've stuck to this one, Dear Reader, even after Mama passed I could hear her voice in my head. Premier rule of moving: make sure the curtains are up before you lay your head down in the new home. (No OCD in this fam!)
Did you grow up with your mom telling you to always leave the house wearing clean underwear, Dear Reader? Me, too!
It took four months to pack all those boxes. The movers billed us for over a hundred, plus nearly that many that we personally moved. Did I really think they'd all get unpacked in a week?
Growing up without a dishwasher, I couldn't wait to live in a place that had one. I thought all of my housekeeping problems could be eliminated with one appliance.
At the very least, I hoped it would stop Mama's voice in my head to never leave dishes in the sink. Trouble was, there was more to it than just having a dishwasher.
It didn't seem like a big ask. I'm not stupid, people; I'm sitting on three, count'em, three college degrees. Granted, none of them is in engineering, but seriously, all I wanted to do was clean up the dishes.
Bed-making was a big deal to Mama. I'm not naming names, but I remember one time Mama actually tried to bribe one of my siblings into making his/her bed. (Didn't work.)
Tom and I buy groceries once a month. Our monthly system has worked pretty well for about thirty years. Or at least it did until a few weeks ago.
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