Going Home

Next month I will be going home for a visit. This will be my second visit home in twenty seven years. This is not a happy trip as I found out last month that my mother has a cancerous brain tumour and lung cancer. Can't have one she gets hit with a double whammy. Since I cannot make many trips home I have decided it is better if I go while she is alive and lucid, I hope, rather then go home for her funeral. I do not have a good feeling about this as she went through triple bypass a few years back.

My eldest son and his girlfriend will be accompanying me. That means there will be no one at home with the two teenagers so I have asked one of my in laws to come and stay with them. I'm still nervous though. I am afraid that while I'm away there will be a constant war in the house between Robyn and Jordan, Robyn and the uncle, Jordan and the uncle and Robyn and Jordan ganging up on the uncle. God I'm glad I won't be here to witness that.

Another thing I'm worried about is coming home to a big mess in the house. I'll be gone for two weeks so I hope I don't come home to a three inch pile of hair on the floor because no one bothered to sweep and mop. I'm funny that way my floor needs to be swept and mopped everyday. After all I have four dogs, three of which are inside the house. That's another thing I worry about. Will they remember to feed the dogs. I don't want to come home to four dead dogs with their leg chewed off , a dead cat and a dead bunny with piles of shit in his cage. Oh yeah and piles of shit in the driveway for me to step in when I get home.

I love my kids but I have to admit they are lazy and don't do anything unless I yell at them three or four times. When you do ask them to do something they always whine about how come I have to do everything and my brother or sister which ever the case may be, doesn't have to do anything. Which is stupid because I'm the idiot that does everything.

After informing them of their grandmothers illness and that I was going to Canada to see her my teenage daughter asks me to buy her some clothes like I'm going on vacation or something. Can't really blame them for not having much emotion when it comes to grandma in Canada they've only seen her twice. The last being ten years ago.

It's a long trip good thing my son is following. I have made the trip a few times and I hate it. I hope the weather is warm, I can't stand the cold. Hopefully I don't catch the virus, that's all I need.