Official Announcement of Intention to Vacate Premises

Friday Mom told me that she's worked some deal with Mae for a house and use of a car until she can afford her own. I've spent the last few days letting that sink in and give her time to change her mind before I accepted it as reality. Yesterday Mom was on the phone setting up utilities, so I have allowed myself to believe that it's really happening.

Mom is moving out, like, soon. I haven't asked for an exact date because I didn't want her to feel like she's being pushed out the door. I figure that as long as she'll be gone before Nora is born I can be happy.

I will admit that I'm not sure that the deal they've worked out is a good idea, but my lesson in all of this is that I have to let Mom make her own mistakes. Beyond that, I have to learn that when she makes those mistakes that she needs to figure out how to get out of the mess. If I'm able to do that I will have FAR less stress and  I might even be able to learn to appreciate her. Sure, the last thing is a stretch, but I have to be positive about the future.

Knowing that Mom is leaving has already influenced my mentality and my body. I haven't had a scary bout of contractions all weekend. I went from having contractions for hours and hours last week to having three, tops, practically overnight. I'm stunned. And relieved. That small physical change has done wonders for my brain, too. I'm not the same weepy, emo girl that posted on Friday.

There's hope for the future.

Let's just gloss over the fact that the amount of joy I have because my mom is moving out makes me a horrible person.