Today, My parents came over to MY home! This is HUGE. They always make us go over there. In the 3 yrs we have lived here, I can count on 1 hand how many times they have come over here for a visit and not just a quick pick up/drop off/ drive by. I invite, they decline or have an excuse. My father, always has a weekend project. Fixin' things, piddling, planting a garden, repairing motors, oil changing, tire rotating, guilt giving, etc.... Always Do, DO, Do. He can do it ALL. And he does. He likes to be home or on the boat. He is also trying to keep good care of my mom. Which is not an easy task as of late. Requires bucket loads of patiences. But packing up to go to my parents just about every day is frustrating. It's only 7-9 mile drive but traffic is pretty bad here.7-9 miles is 15-25 mins. And sometimes that is time I just do not have but sacrifice to keep peace. My dad has a over-abundance of OCD. I think it is more age related than actual O.C.D itself. He demands High standards - always has. There are certain requirements/items that need to be met for MT.
- He can't stand it if MT is only in a diaper(or diaper/shirt combo) - There needs to be an Outfit.
- It needs be fully buttoned/snapped, non drooled on/soiled, matching and weather appropriate complete with shoes.
- sunglasses, hats, sunscreen and shoes
- An extra change of clothes for when he gets dirty because he is going to get dirty.
- A Sleep Outfit because they love giving him baths
- The latest Fav toy, foods, Etc.
- It needs to come back home with us to not "clutter" up his house or get washed in order to bring it back ...
You Get the idea .... Some days it adds an extra pressure to perform. Most days, I don't have time to give a crap and MT shows up w/o shoes in a diaper or poorly dressed and alil soggy. This brings on passive aggressive comments and jabs. C'est la vie. I am not a passive aggressive kind of girl - So I give it back in a non-passive aggressive way. I hold my own pretty well. They did put up with me for 18 yrs in their house. They know me. They also do alot for E, MT and I. So, It's a trade off. We deal. Whoa Tangent ....
So, Having them come to my house just made things flow so nicely and I was able to get so much more accomplished throughout my day. Because I WAS HOME! And not driving back and forth or go to work. Of course, they only stayed 1.5 hours. But we swam, hung out with friends, ate lunch and had a great time by the pool. Then we were able to put MT down for a Nap in his crib and I was able to do laundry, vacuum, Play on the computer, etc. It wasn't done in a hurry, while exhausted, after work or in the wee hours of the morning. It.was.Nice. I think I am going to request that they come over here more. (even though, my house is "cramped and cluttered")Another first- We had people come over and hang out with us. We live in a condo. It's not that big, but it's not that small. I do have indoor cats (that are hidy, scaredy cats). We do not have our own yard. There is a pretty big area right out side our door where the neighborhood kids play kickball, tag and other games. I am always somewhat afraid the ball is going to come flying through our windows. BUT, we are super close to the activity center and pool. That's the part I do love. We have a few picnic tables with grills out by in the pool area. It is also a good combination of shady and sunny. Everyone had a blast. I hope do do this more often.*
*I was always intimidated by where we live. It's an old condo with very little storage/closets/cabinets/counter space/seating that requires thrifty thinking and creativity. And, Yes in my father's defense, sometimes just fancies the Cluttered look. I want desperately to de-clutter! I am trying. Seating is limited to a couch and a love seat. A dining room table that sits 6 and a micro bathroom/kitchen. BUT today and from now on, I am embracing this home. It has allowed us to pursue treatments, provide shelter for my son, have a part time job, stay home and take care of MT. I want to savor this. I want to write this down to have this remind me when I lose focus.