Well, it looks like my MIL will be coming here for the time being, starting tomorrow. So tonight will be spent getting Colleen's room ready for MIL and moving Colleen into the home office/sewing room, which incidentally looks like a paper and fabric clutter bomb has exploded in it.
Then we'll re-evaluate this situation at the start of the new year, because Dave and I both agree that this shouldn't be permanent. And even though I think it's not permanent, why-oh-why do I feel myself panicking already?
Maybe it's because since the summer, I've enjoyed my "alone time" so much. That whole empty-nest thing was pretty short lived and over the past few months I've been very happy to have time to myself devoted to my stitching and reading. Everybody else in my family had their self-indulgences and I finally had mine again, too. I'm panicking because I want to hold on to that and I don't know if it's possible.
Selfish? Probably. But I'm trying to be up front about it.
OK, I'm tired of talking and writing about this. I'm moving on and my next posts will be about things that are more fun and interesting!