Home Sweet Home

My son and his family have moved in with me. In the blink of an eye, I went from being alone to adding a son, daughter-in-law, three kids, two dogs, an outside cat and a guinea pig. So far, so good.

This isn’t the first time one of my kids have returned home. My daughter and grandson moved in with me for awhile while transitioning from married to single life. But it’s been a few years since little feet graced the floors. Even the dogs died over a year ago.

I’m not surprised. Karen and I always told our kids the door was always open {although we moved a lot to throw them off}.

Actually, this has been an interesting transition. We’ve established boundaries … I have my room, the office and the living room {which I’m more than willing to share}; they have the rest of the house. Now, I know, that sounds one sided, but in truth, the only rooms I ever used since Karen died were my room, the office and the living room with an occasional stop in the kitchen and of course, the bathroom. In the past four years, I’ve probably eaten in the dining room only about a half dozen times and only when someone came to visit.

And there have been side benefits. I’ve actually had dinner every night! Often, cooking for one was too much trouble, so I would grab a spoon and hit the peanut butter.

And the house is starting shine once again. I walked into the kitchen the other day with the sun’s rays ricocheting off my stove, thanks to my daughter-in-law. And my son and daughter-in-law have been busy defrosting and purging the contents of my refrigerator-freezer. Of course, that meant the deep six for sun dried tomatoes from circa 2009 and chicken breasts buried in ice in the freezer. If only I had realized they were there …

They already depleted my supply of foodstuffs from the basement {aren’t expiration dates really just suggested use by dates?} Already a bulk container of garlic salt ended in the garbage just because it was more of a garlic salt block, so I can’t wait for them to discover the stash in the cupboards.

The looks of disbelief reminded me of a Garfield cartoon. Jon’s girlfriend peers into the oven and asks when was the last time they cleaned it. Jon looks at Garfield, then says, “It’s self-cleaning!” Bachelors, baby.

The only casualty thus far has been a ceramic angel harp that has been on a glass table for years. I expected one of the dogs to run into the table, but instead it was my granddaughter. The glass top survived, but the two cherubs were dislodged from their perch on the harp.

Seriously,  having others in the house has breathed life back into it. Hearing the kids laugh and play is music. Hearing their adventures at their new school over dinner is priceless. Knowing I have an LPN on site puts my aging bones at ease.

Families are special. May we never forget it.

THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: Be comfortable with the person God made you to be.

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About wisdomfromafather

I'm just an ordinary guy walking along the journey of life.
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5 Responses to Home Sweet Home

  1. jay says:

    Don’t worry, we have already found the cupboards full of “blocks” of spices. We are hitting that tomorrow. 🙂

  2. Sarah says:

    i’m living alone too.Luckily,my dogs are still around and mum and dad live close by.Still, I envy you.

  3. Deanna says:

    I’m glad they threw away a few things…haha!

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