Why I Am in Mourning that my Parents are Leaving
- Never before has the dishwasher magically unloaded itself (natch: Hunky Hubby never does it).
- I will now be outnumbered (2:1) during the day.
- I will no longer be able to send my early-bird Hadley to wake up Grandpa while I go back to bed.
- We can no longer be “accidentally” devoid of cash when we invite other folks out on the town.
- I will have to go back to my 30-second showers. For those without screaming kids or toddlers who dismantle the house the moment you become indisposed: 30 seconds is barely enough time to even lather.
- Whatever happens here, stays here. I mean, where else can you be this politically incorrect? Case in point:
Me: “How’s your cousin these days?”
Mom: “Pretty good. He’s been building and selling houses. To The Gays.”
Me: “Err…’The Gays’. Gee, Mom. I didn’t know there was a market for them.”
Mom: “Yes, their people buy houses too, I guess.”
- And most importantly, I will no longer be learning something new and enlightening every day….
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I'm a Canadian-born mom of two, former Denver Post columnist, family travel writer, editor of MileHighMamas.com and 9News contributor. Expert on all things Utah, Denver, family and travel. Lover of laughter and life. Happily married to a man obsessed with growing The Great Pumpkin. 