My Mum is staying with us for 2 weeks before she moves on to Florida. Normally she would not have stayed for so long, but she had to vacate her house for new renters and her boyfriend was unable to change his time off from work to help her with the move.
So here we are in the same house. For 2 weeks. And I’m realizing that I have a lot of, um shall we “stuff” or, yes, we can call it “baggage” that I’m carrying. And spending excess time with my Mum [and Dad] brings that out of me.
I’ve said it before, if we live our lives without seeing the reflection of ourselves in others, then we never really learn who we are. And living in close quarters provides a very clear, but sometimes un-pretty reflection of ourselves.
I’ll cut to the chase. I got issues. She’s got issues. Wouldn’t you like to have some issues too?