I'm not going to lie. I watched these shows and I scoffed at the socially-awkward-basement-habitating adult children. I would never do that, I thought.
I was wrong.
Sure, my situation is temporary. But I'm not going to lie- if it weren't for a legally binding, signature inscripted lease in place to start the day after I get home from Europe, I might consider sticking around awhile longer. This place? Is HEAVEN!
Last week I came home to all my laundry done. And not just done, done by a MOM. Everything is better when moms do it. Can I get a show of hands of all the people out there than can agree that sandwiches just taste better when moms make them? That's what I thought. My clothes hadn't looked this good in years. And she even ironed some of them.
My dad is right there with her. He's so excited to have me back that when I walked downstairs Monday night he had voluntarily turned on the Bachelorette. Yes, my dad who reads car magazines and watches wrestling was witnessing the most dramatic rose ceremony ever.
Everyone keeps asking me if living at home is hard. Well let's see... if you consider homemade cinnamon rolls on Sunday morning, or a private pool that isn't a questionable shade of yellow like so many apartment pools seem to be, or a never ending supply of good red wine, hard- then YES... it's miserable.
However, my mom's phone call just now may have finally solidified my thinking that these boomerang kids are actually the smartest ones among us. I quote:
"Hey, I just wanted to call and see what your plans are for Saturday afternoon? I booked us a mani/pedi appointment for 3:00 so I thought we could go to work out with the personal trainer at noon and then grab lunch before heading over there."
Alex, you may need to start looking for a new roommate because I may never leave!