There are certain immutable facts about me that suddenly become mutable once I am home home. Facts like I am an early riser who doesn't like to sleep too late. That I tend to eat at least 3 meals a day, around the same time each day. Or facts even more basic than that. Like how I am an independent being, a near grown-up, if you will, with my own free will.
This afternoon, as it sometimes happens when I am home, I got stuck in Mother's vortex of chaos and bad ideas. Mother, you see, has a history of complicating simple plans and of tricking me into joining her on errands I don't need to be involved in, which provides company for her but wastes a lot of time for me. This afternoon, Mother convinced me to go out with her, ostensibly to watch a movie (I saw this ruse from a mile away, but that darn conscience always gets me when I try to say no to her), though first we stopped at her gym so she could pay for some classes. And then she stopped at a different household, for your usual marital counseling. Which was how it came to be that her friend had to come by and pick me up, because who knows how long the counseling would go on, and drop me off at Father's office at church. Where I am currently killing time, eating his snacks, waiting for my mom, like I used to do when I was 12.
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