Night One: God I Miss the Interwebs
Last night, I moved back to my mom’s. I’m sure the moment I walked in the door, my grandmother sat straight up in bed, elbowed my papa in the ribs and said, “Melissa just moved back home, right this very minute.”
I not so much moved back as I took an overnight bag and two kids, stayed twelve hours and came home.
We are yes, moving in with my mother but partially living at our home due to work/school issues. Two nights a week we’re just sleeping at our normal house with Mike, it’s easier on the kids because of the next morning and it is hopefully good for talking and reconnecting. We hope it will help anyway. That, and therapy. I hate therapists. Please tell me you’re not all therapists.
Tonight, we’ll be home again and then Thursday we’ll attempt to get the ball moving by hauling crap over there and buying a big girl bed for me. Don’t tell me if living partially at our house is a bad idea, because I’m really just going to stick my fingers in my ears and recite Dante until you cry.
An unexpected feature of moving back home is that apparently, my mom lives with her boyfriend most of the time, the super creepy one, which means I just landed myself a lovely three-bedroom house free and clear a lot of nights. Score. This is most fabulous but when you pull into someone else’s garage and they aren’t home, even if you grew up in that house, it still feels weird.
With no grande dame around, the boys and I immediately set about cluttering up her clean home. There were towels strewn around (which I washed, dried, and folded by this morning), dishes dirtied (washed and put away), clothes thrown carelessly willy-nilly (removed from the floor), and beds all asunder (made).
When all was said and done, I realized that I do not know how to hook up my laptop with her dial-up internet access. That’s right, mom has dial-up.
It hurt, people. It hurt.
I’m calling for high speed installed over there. I can’t handle this “unhooked, better off, peace and quiet” thing. I do much of my work online when I’m not teaching and no, I’m not doing it on dial-up. I’m an art historian, there are IMAGES to be uploaded. Whine. Bitch. Moan.
My kids go to school out here still and I’m driving them the fifteen minutes to school anyway, I figured that I may as well just cozy up to my laptop at my house and purr at it like the tech junkie that I didn’t know I was.
Hello, cable modem. Hello, wordpress dashboard. Hello, blogroll…
Posted by Melissa on October 18th, 2006 under It's back! Mater Dolorosa, Moving
October 18th, 2006 at 9:35 am
I would NOT cry if you were reciting Dante…I would be overjoyed. I lurvvvvvvvvvv my Dante.
October 18th, 2006 at 9:44 am
Is it wrong for me to think you should have had Mike move in with your Mom?
I’ve been thinking about you a lot, my dear.
October 18th, 2006 at 10:39 am
I am a THERAPIST, YOU BITCH!!!!!!
*lol*
Just kidding.
I don’t think that’s a bad idea. We had some separation time too and we did kind of the same thing because, well, we have one car and kids have to get to school…….it was weird, but it worked.
Anyways…………..please don’t recite Dante just yet, I haven’t had my coffee.
October 18th, 2006 at 1:15 pm
Gah, No DSL. My parents are too scared to actually turn on their computer. Your mom is like 500 steps ahead of my parents. And the icky boyfriend who stays at his house? Whew!
October 18th, 2006 at 1:29 pm
Because you didn’t ask I’ll tell you anyway, I think it’s great that you’re still staying with Mike a few nights a week. I think it’s really positive to show the boys that you are working on things and that you do love each other.
And you poor thing, dial-up? You just come right up here to Philly and stay with me and my free wireless. I’ll take care of you and the boys and will give you LOTS of chocolate.
October 18th, 2006 at 8:24 pm
Wow - lucked out on Mom and the boyfriend thing!!! Just so it doesn’t ALL fall on you, try to get your boys to do a little picking up and dishwashing too. Kids are much more likely to do it at someone else’s house than at their own. Good time to start THAT habit!
I’m glad you and Mike are working on this. And therapists aren’t all bad. If the one you have doesn’t work for you, find another one! The right combination will do wonders for your communication skills as a couple. And do your homework.
Keeping you all in my thoughts!
October 19th, 2006 at 2:01 am
Hello, i read Cyndi’s site and clicked your page. she suggested we give you lots of love, so. LOVE! and best wishes.
October 19th, 2006 at 7:29 am
I say you start mooching free wireless at a Bread Co. or like establishment. Then if you quit brushing your hair, mutter things to yourself occasionally, and make ghetto lemonade with free cups of water, lemons, and sweet n low, you will have all the privacy you need.
October 19th, 2006 at 10:35 am
Hello
Much love!
Mamma Ren
October 19th, 2006 at 5:45 pm
I hated our therapist too, and I stayed at my Mom’s, too (and she wasn’t there, too). My story’s happy ending ended up with me back with my husband. And it was all due to the therapist, even though technically you could make a case that she didn’t do much of anything at all.
She was our third therapist, and thoughI hated her at least I didn’t find her ridiculous.