It seems like everyday is a little more like it used to be before Mom even came to live with me. Then, the less normal things and places are what do me in. Thinking about the day ahead-not even thinking about missing Mom-just thinking through my day. I'll be at at doorway and get a flash of sadness and tears.
I think my housework aversion is more reaction to Mom being gone than reverting to my old ways. I feel like I need clutter to fill up the space. I do like it better when I clean up so I best just keep after it.
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