There’s just something about going back home that immediately melts all my stress away. I know the home I share with Wade is my home, and I love it so much. My parent’s house, though, will always be my home, too. Sometimes it’s just nice to feel like a kid again and have your mom take care of you. And let me tell you, it was the best! I don’t want to say it’s because I don’t do a very good job keeping our house clean (cough, cough), but it’s just another level of clean at my mom’s house. Maybe it was more in my mind, though, since I didn’t have to worry about there being transparent bat pee on my sheets.
When I showed up at my parent’s house, my mom and I laughed so hard when we realized we were wearing practically the same outfit. At least the colors were the same. Peach, brown, and yellow purses. I guess I’m turning into my mom, which I think is a-ok. Maybe these cleaning skills will magically kick in, too, just like my affinity for certain colors. Here’s hoping.
Ahhh…to be a kid again. To be able to have not a care in the world except where you're going to ride your bike that day. To have all the time in the world to sit around and day dream while you make up stories with your friend. I know it wasn't all sunshine and puppies, but kids do have it pretty sweet. I just want to pick up the next kid I see and shout at them to enjoy this time. It'd be a win-win. I'd feel that I had imparted some wisdom on the next generation, and they would have a story about some crazy lady in dirty clothes to tell their friends.
If I could go back to any age, I'd pick 10. I was old enough to do fun things, but the angsty teen years hadn't kicked in yet. Do you ever wish you were a kid again? What age?