All Work and No Way

Last night as my mother and I were talking she related how thrilled she was that in only a few short months we would be sharing each day together.  "We have so many projects to do" she thrilled.  "I just can't wait till I move up there and we can get started."

My voice said "uh huh uh huh" but inwardly I groaned.  You see my mother and my Sunshine are of the same mindset.  There are some days I look at him as he dithers to and fro straightening this doing that saying "come on, come on let's go" that I think dear God I am dating my mother.  The two of them have way to much in common in the work ethic area for comfort. 

They love to wake up early on the weekends and get straight to work on whatever project or task has been set for the day.  I can't tell you how many times after a night of sleep I have trudged downstairs to find them both awake and arguing some point about a home remodeling project when all I want is a steaming mug of coffee.

My mother was here right after my Sunshine and I moved to Heir Head Manor and after driving for ten hours carting boxes, bins, and furniture out of the U-haul and up the stairs to our room I was spent.  Moving had been an ongoing project that had occupied my whole life the entire month before the U-haul even arrived.

I tried to hide my irritation as my mother and my Sunshine buzzed around moving this, unpacking that, measuring, and hammering to get things in just the right spots.  Loud conversations ensued between the two of them on just the right way to build the shelves for the closet and where to hang the bars for the hanging clothes.

Typical of my mother she had a lot of opinions despite little experience in carpentry and after many harried talks and trips up the stairs and down the stairs she and my Sunshine finally agreed on well whatever the heck they were discussing.  You see I tend to tune them out when they have these talks, it's a valuable skill I learned in church.

So last night when my mother was gushing about her excitement for all our future projects; visions of loud conversations, unlimited ideas, and endless hours of we could do this or we should do that danced in my head.  Looks like while she and my Sunshine hash out just where and how to construct those deck railings I'll be hiding in the shed with a flashlight, a box of cookies, and a good book.