Tomorrow's the Day

Well my mom came today and picked up the furniture as planned, but at 11a sharp.  I wasn't really expecting that as I was still asleep when she called and informed me she was outside.  So I quickly threw on clothes, considering I sleep naked >.<   Only was half dressed and in the middle of brushing my teeth when she knocked on my front door.  I answer of course.  She said it was good to see me and that I looked good.  I shrugged and finished brushing my teeth as she rushed to the bathroom.

I grabbed a shirt and hoodie and showed her all the furniture that needed to go.  I had already dismantled everything yesterday night.  And the last only thing I had to pull out from room was the mattress.  But first we concerned ourselves with my dresser, solid wood.  We pulled the draws out and carried it out slowly and surely.  Thankfully we only had only one straight flight of stairs to go down, otherwise, I don't even know. ^_^

Then one by one we each carried out the remaining pieces. It was raining, though, the entire time we loaded all the furniture onto the truck bed.  I'm sure the mattress was soaked by the time my mother reached home.

It's uncanny how my mother and I get along when it's an almost business affair.  If I were to immerse myself, however, into my mother's world, the air between us would be much different.  Hastier, rasher.  The attitude would be crude.  My mother and I would most likely become dogs at each other's throats.  We are both alphas.  Now please, I do love my mother, just in doses.  And that is how I would like to continue to love her.

I can't wait to see my Batty.

And tomorrow is the day, the sun will bless our union once more.