Back From Vegas

My mom is simply amazing. She's patient and loving, and anyone who knows me, I mean, really knows me, will tell you that patience and love are essential to being a part of my life because I seem to get myself in trouble a lot. Anyway, she had fun on the trip and went back and told her coworkers and they all said they were jealous, etc.

What'd I learn about my mom? She's an older version of me in so many ways, which is probably why it is so easy to love and understand her, but so difficult to spend too much time with her. Also, there is never a shortage of food with Mom because she is either constantly feeding me if she's allowed to cook or (in Vegas) always saying, "It's time to find somewhere to eat!" But maybe that's just me because I generally don't have time to eat but twice a day if I'm not busy. In reality, it was a few hours between meals. I just never felt hungry. Also, we're not overweight or anything. I'm 5'0" and 111 lbs, depending on the day, which is pretty close to right there in the middle. But Mom was always worried about whether I had had enough to eat. I noticed that while I was grocery shopping earlier today, I put so much food in my shopping cart and there's still good food left in my house. So, I'm just like my mom.

I also learned that my mom has the same problem with her mom. We both love our moms, but it's tough to be together for extended periods of time. Maybe we just have trouble being patient with our moms even though I've noticed that my grandma is very patient with Mom, just like Mom is really patient with me (and I'll assume that I will be patient with my daughter). Anyway, there's your little look into my personal life. I'm sure I'll learn more about my mom as life goes on.

So, back from Vegas, I come home to a house destroyed by the three kittens. I wasn't thrilled, but two bleach and Lysol treatments later, I can walk around barefoot in my house without saying "Ew". I was in such a cleaning frenzy this past week that when I visited my boyfriend's house (where he lives with four other friends) on Thursday, I cleaned his room and bathroom, the shared bathroom and kitchen. I know some people might be bothered by this, but I don't think they minded. Besides, I was in the house all day while everyone was at work and the place needed some lovin'.

I'm nervous that my boyfriend might have thought, what's wrong with this girl, but I just got in the mood. I needed to have everything not only neat, but clean. I think the OCD's been kicked into overdrive. This hasn't happened in a while. It's like, every few months, I get a burst of energy to clean the house. This past week, I took advantage of it. I haven't really had an urge to clean as much as this past week, though, because I actually found a place for a lot of things that had been laying around from when I first moved in (in January--six months ago).