Another pair of hands

My mom is flying in tomorrow morning to come and help watch the MR for us while we get down to some serious packing business this weekend. It's going to be a huge help having her here and it really will allow us to be more efficient in our efforts. We are fortunate that my mother is completely enamored with our little guy and has always been willing to come out and lend a hand with him when we have needed it. So with all this help that she will provide us, not to mention the chance at a date night for me and BL, know what the sad thing is? By the time Tuesday rolls around I am going to be so glad to say goodbye to her. Does this make me a bad person? I love my mother, but there is just something about being around her for extended periods of time that makes my eye twitch. Growing up in my family there wasn't a whole lot of communication that went on, whether it was between me and my mother or any other given family member. We just didn't do it. I have tried to be better about this as an adult in the hopes of improving our relationship, but old habits die hard. She has always been there for me when I needed her, she goes above and beyond the call of duty as a grandmother... so what's my problem? I've tried to answer this question many times, and I think it is just something inherent to our relationship. Can it change? I hope so, though I think it will require a lot of work on my part.

At any rate, I am looking forward to being productive this weekend and seeing that POD fill up. We've only got so many more weekends between now and when we hope to get out of here (mid-late April), so we are definitely going to take advantage of the in-house childcare. Mama's just gonna have to suck it up and learn to live with her own mother.