Allison has been living with me for 3 weeks. Since I'm unemployed I've been playing housewife. I get up at 6:00 and make her breakfast. While she eats breakfast I prepare she snack to take to work. I kiss her goodbye and then she drives off in my car to work (which my parents don't seem to mind!). I run errands, clean house, prepare lunch, hang with my Granny, etc. She comes home and we nap/snuggle/make out/watch Veronica Mars on DVD. Life is good.
This morning was a little different. I'm taking my Granny out and about for the day so I needed my car. I was willing to drive Ally to work at 6:30 and then come back home (20 minutes both ways) to pick up my Granny for her day on the town. My mother insisted that this didn't make any sense, as she also had to go to work at 6:30. She volunteered to take Ally to work. While I was making breakfast this morning my mother was all "What are you doing? I'm taking Allison to Tim Horton's on our way to work." Ummmmm, okay!
I love playing house. It's all because Allison's parents are redoing the bathroom at her house and there isn't a workable shower. By Saturday the bathroom is going to be finished. I'm not ready to let go. Ally had a little cry in bed last night because she doesn't want to move back to her house.
I suppose I should go prepare for Granny Day. I need to look ever the respectable granddaughter.... which is hard to do with a mullet.
Nicole