As usual, my anxiety proved to be useless.

Once I was home, it was like I'd never left. Besides funeral stuff, and a movie, we didn't really do anything. I actually stayed in bed all day from the flu the last day I was there. But just spending time together was enough to show my mom that the changes I've made have been for the better. Honestly it was the first time in years I've felt like I can just talk with her.

I don't know what happened! But the life was back in her! You could see it in her eyes, the ten pounds she's gained, and hear it in her voice. When I wasn't doing evil things to her toilet we were talking about birth control (!!!) and she was giving me make-up tips. And she was gushing about the vacation she's taking this week with her sister.

I was completely beside myself.

So those days flew by, faster than the actual twelve hour trip it took to get there. I came home not knowing what to expect......walking in I covered my eyes just to prepare myself for the devastation that inevitably lay before me.

Seriously, what a bitch am I? I should have way more faith in my husband. And I do. The Theraflu was just messing with my judgment.

Truth be told, the apartment was spotless. Dishes done, bed made, CLOTHES OFF THE FLOOR!!! There was even a little sign on our board welcoming me home. *********

So what have I learned? It's okay to have two homes-or three. I love my mom, and I love my husband.

Not that it was ever in question ;)