Wanting to be sure that I get up in time to say goodbye to Eric, my SIL, before he headed to work, I come downstairs at 6:45 this morning. When I get to the bottom of the stairs, there, in all it’s glory is one of my bags packed and sitting by the door. All I could do was think, “my goodness, all you had to do was tell me that it was time for me to go home, you didn’t have to hint to me by packing my bags and having it by the front door!” I really thought we had had a good time and that I had been helpful rearranging some of their furniture and appliances in the kitchen. Or that being sure to pour in lots of bleach in the washing machine, (oops, that might have been where I went wrong, I added the bleach to the clothes, not the towels). And the tiny bleach spots on the carpet in the kitchen are JUST NOT THAT NOTICABLE! So really, to sneak in my room and pack my bags, had really hurt my feelings. All of a sudden I remembered that Jodi had the same exact bag as I and had packed up some clothes to take to her MIL in the hospital for Eric to drop off this morning. Well, what a relief to know that maybe in a year or so, they will be ready for another Nana visit. I am having to sign a covenant that says that I will never do laundry at their house again, or move appliances as Eric couldn’t find the coffee machine in the dark yesterday morning. But all in all, I think it was a great visit. Have to go, Jodi is dropping me off at the airport at 12 for a 3 o’clock flight. She says that she is not trying to get rid of me but that she wants to get through with her crying spell early before Eric gets home and sees her with red swollen eyes….I wonder? No, surely not that….