Day 2

I’m ready to come home.

Not sure why exactly except this doesn’t feel like home yet.  Go figure, it’s only been two days.

Renting is really unusual since nothing here is really mine.  It’s okay, just weird.

The kids are fighting over the pool.  What’s up with that?  That thing is supposed to entertain them, not cause trouble.  Now we have pool rules.

1.  No running

2.  No pushing

3.  No jumping on mom’s expensive float.

4.  No naked swimming. (Yes, really)

5.  Towels and bathing suits must be hung after leaving the pool.  And for goodness sakes, dry yourself off before coming in the house.

I made it to the grocery store today.  My oldest son was up at 4am.  The Rent-a-Center place doesn’t REALLY put it all together.  I have no dryer hose to connect my vent to the wall.  Liability, they say.  Nice to know before you wash a load of clothes don’t you think?  And the frig?  No hook up to the house’s water.  Liability, they say.  So what do you do?  I even had to take the plastic off the mattresses.  Maybe they cut grass or something.  Maybe they need to see my kids swimming naked.  Maybe I need to shoot them.  Maybe, just maybe…….

I’m missing home.

UPDATE:

Rocketman came home tonight and we all took off to the pond in our neighborhood for some fishing.  It was so therapeutic.  We caught 2 crappie, 2 bass and 1 brim.  We had a lot of fun and 5 fish out of 6 family members isn’t bad.  Oh, if you count the turtle we caught and the one that really did get away it was a banner evening.

I feel more relaxed, less wound up and less homesick.

Maybe I just needed my man to come home.

These two are happy again.