Gypsy Mom Starts Painting... Again.

Yes, I am still living with my parents.

And I swear they are darling people, but I'm about a hairs width away from losing my everlovingmind.

I think my cubicle is bigger than the living space in my room at their house. And there's not too much like feeling like you are in a cubicle for 85% of your day.

Yippee.

The painting extravaganza has resumed since Super Dad has decided to finally pick up his son.

I squeeze this stuff in when he's not home, ya know? Planning, people, planning!

But we all know I suck at the planning, and when I do plan and it doesn't pan out... well the tailspin resumes.

And nothing says PAR-TAY like a 30-something, living at home in the middle of a holy-fracking-frick tailspin.

You don't want it.

I don't want it.

Anyhoo... I'm painting. Again. Forever.

Gypsy Mom Goes Back Home

Just when I thought ol' Gypsy Mom was about to settle down - shabam! Dumpsville... population moi.

Ah yes, it has happened again.

And here I am, smack dab in the same exact spot that I was 10 years ago - almost to the day.I'm living with my parents.

Let that one settle in for a second.

31....Living with parents.

Yehaw.

And don't you forget Gypsy Boy - couldn't spare him this little adventure.

But yea, that's what we're up to nowadays.

So the two of us have been living with my parents for just over a week now, sleeping in a twin bed together and begging the house gods to finish our remodel so that we can move.

(The house gods being me and my parents. And I don't seem to respond to begging. Ahem.)

Ex-Guy and I have been together for almost 3 years - living together, the whole she-bang - but week leading to the break felt like the calm before the storm.

I haven't been happy, but I thought it was a rough patch... people go through those, right?

Well... looks like we didn't make it through.So Gypsy Boy and I are off onto the newest stage in our life.

We've always made it through, and I'm sure we will again... off we go!