I went to my mother’s house to help her decorate for Christmas. At least, that was what I was supposed to be doing. However, that’s not actually what happened.
My dad didn’t want me in the attic, to get the decorations out, until the house was clean. Since the living room, dining room, kitchen, and study are covered in mom’s stuff, that meant a lot of work. I spent an hour cleaning the dining room and organizing it. I spent half an hour in the kitchen and living room. I am fairly sure the study is a lost cause without a four or six drawer filing cabinet.
There is still a table covered in the kitchen with Christmas presents that need to be wrapped, but that’s what Mom loves to do. So I didn’t do that.
I took Mom out for a late lunch and she went and got Christmas presents at the jewelry store.
I went to Target and the Dollar Store for her.
Then I went back and got her and took her to the grocery store and then home.
She was up way too much, but she’s not my child. She won’t mind. (Come to think of it, sometimes my boys don’t either.)