Originally published at Memoirs of a Nobody. You can comment here or there.
Mum’s been home for three days now. It seems…familiar. Which considering I’ve lived my entire life with her it should, but it was as if the month apart never happened. Life just moves on.
Of course, I’ve barely seen her, because she jumped right back into work and life the moment she came home. I still feel rather broken inside, but that’ll take time. I just…I feel as if everything’s moving at hyperspeed and I’m left behind, still waiting for closure to all the drama.
Maybe I’m just tired.
I got yelled at for a house being a mess when she got home. I felt like yelling back that housekeeping wasn’t exactly on my mind for most of August, but let it go. I understand she’s just picking up the small things, so that the bigger issues can be ignored.
At least it was cleaner then when she left *sticks out tounge towards mum’s door*
But…she’s home! And eventually I’ll start feeling like normal Saity. *smiles*