What is that I hear?!?

Had a bit of a scare yesterday. Eating what I like to call lunch, code for, whatever is laying around that I can quickly toss in my mouth. Some days it’s Slim Fast, some days it Sour Patch Kids. Most of the days I just forget. Anyway, I’m sitting, something else I also often don’t do, and I hear sounds of dishes being put away. For a minute, I thought some strange new breed of cleaning criminal had broken in the house. Then I realized it was OG Drama, doing a chore, without being asked. I’m not sure how long this will last, but I’m going to savor every moment. I’m so exhausted lately that the sound of someone else putting the dishes away, without being asked, is like the most beautifully arranged piece of music I have ever heard. If I was a hugger, and I’m not, but if I was, I would have hugged her just out of great-fullness and exhaustion. 

OG and I have had a rough go. Frankly, she has had a rough go with several members in the house. Most of which was her “getting even” with me. I know it. I’m sure she knows it. We are all moving on, and I’m providing for my adult kid, which feels good to be able to do and have it appreciated it. Tried so hard to save her from herself when I really should have just let her fall on her face I think. She’s learned a ton of hard lessons, and maybe rock bottom was what she needed. All that said, listening to the dishwasher, and watching her determination now, I know some of my mom lessons sunk in. So all that nagging I did wasn’t for nothing. I could have done a better job. I’ve learned a lot. I think every parent can say that and mean it. If not, good for you and your perfect self. I’ve messed it up a time, or twelve. Seems she’s figuring it out and for that, I’m proud of us both. 

In other news, I’m headed out of town here shortly. Hubby will be on his own, with the support of some of my people. Thankfully, I’m confident none of “my people” will let anyone starve. Hubby and his culinary skills are limited, and he’s yet to learn, after all these years, that and and the broiler and not ever going to be friends. I’ll be satisfied if everyone eats, are somewhat clean, nothing is on fire, and he hasn’t misplaced anyone before I get home. Although, I did *almost* leave the Princess at Tractor Supply once, so I guess I’m expecting too much. We’ve gone over the medication schedule and I’ve given Hubby the emergency keys to both of the fingerprint locks.  I figure he can handle the rest as long as he remembers to keep track of the calendar.  I can imagine the hours of entertaining stories I’m going to get out of this.