Mom is finally feeling better, and started early this morning putting her house back to rights. While I might know how she likes her dishes washed, if they're not in their right place, she moves them back. A place for everything and everything in its place.
While I try to do that in my home, when its not exact, I don't stress over it. Much. But I definitely don't rearrange every little thing.
I always find myself pondering, thinking about how she became so fanatical in her ways. She and her sister were raised on the same farm by the same parents. Aunt Margie was so much more relaxed about things, about life, than my mom. How does that happen? Life is funny that way.
But at 86, she is how she is and won't change. I just have to deal, and accept it. That's putting things back to rights for me. And with a bit of luck, I'll sleep in my own bed tonight!
PS add: I slept in my own bed and it was fabulous!!
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