Mostly True Memoirs
The Grown Son has been staying with us for a few months since he transferred his job to our city.
He will be moving into his own place in two weeks.
Up until this point, he has been a pretty thoughtful housemate.
He has kept his bathroom sort of clean, and he has kind of picked up after himself in the kitchen.
But now he has a short-timer’s attitude.
The bathroom is a wreck.
Dishes are everywhere.
Laundry has exploded into places where laundry shouldn’t be.
Two more weeks, two more weeks…
Two more weeks and then I can get my clean freak on.