All that nagging has finally proven to be effective.
The Grown Son bought his first house.
It’s a very exciting time.
Before this, all he owned was a bed and some clothes.
He’s made a lot of purchases.
We spent the day helping him assemble furniture.
I am not an assembler.
I have no engineering abilities.
I have zero spatial skills.
In the time that it took me to assemble a couple of dining room chairs, Bob had put together the patio table with six chairs plus the dining room table and the kitchen table and the L-shaped desk in the office.
I had to set up and undo the stupid chair several times before I got it figured out.
It didn’t help that some of the parts were mislabeled.
Yes, they really were mislabeled.
It wasn’t just me being grumpy.
Although, to be truthful, I was feeling a tad out of sorts.
Bob assured me that I was doing a good job and that it wasn’t a race.
But he was wrong.
It was a race, and I was clearly losing.
On the bright side, the Grown Son is showing signs of Good Housekeeping.
He’s been sweeping and polishing and hauling out trash.
He’s purchased a vacuum, a mop, an extension duster, and all kinds of cleaning supplies.
He’s mowed the lawn, he’s swept the patio, and he’s hired a tree trimmer.
I told him that he might want to protect his new tables from water marks.
Instead of the expected eye roll, he put paper towels under the cups, and asked where to buy real coasters.
OMG, it’s happening!
He’s outgrowing his youthful, slovenly ways.
He was not raised in a barn, despite evidence pointing to the contrary.
Woo hoo – all that nagging is finally paying off.
Liz Brenner
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