Moving

I have moved in with my parents, not just me, my husband, the kids and the mother in law, too. Three households consolidated into one. We all packed and moved to the country. Maybe not exactly the country, but a house on five acres of land.
The house is kind of Brady Bunch, but with nursing home residents.
It's a nice house, 80's style and an efficiency on the side, which is where I reside with my husband and the two little ones. The main house is where my oldest, my mother in law, and my parents live. I try to stay away and leave them be.
As time goes by I am realizing that I have just moved into a commune, minus David Koresh and plus the creed "Honor thy father, pray for thy mother."
My dad calls the shots, even in my room. We all had to be out of our houses by the first of the month, and that gave me exactly 2 days to pack it and go. I have lost my toothbrush, pillow cases, and the screws to my bed, I am sleeping on the mattress on the floor for the time being, the kids snug in the middle. Yes, a king bed accommodates us all.
We have a pool that is confusing, how could both ends be shallow and then a six foot dip in the middle? Our backyard resembles Grand Central Park, the house is small, the backyard is gigantic, the house even came with a golf cart to ride around the property. Mike has daily tours in the morning and afternoon.
The mosquitoes feed on us like a Chinese buffet just served with crab legs.
I drive an hour from work now, to and from, and play Pandora the entire way.
Once a day I break something and every night I have a glass of Moscato. The days are long, the work is endless.
I am still living out of boxes and waiting for my closets to get assembled, we purchased them from Ikea, so assembly is required. My husband is putting them together, they should self distruct in about a month.
I am back on my writing bug, and am trying to establish a nightly schedule for the blog alone, then when I can write away and work on my unfinished work in progress.
All in all, it's gorgeous. I enjoy sitting outside immensely.
I sit outside on my laptop and my mother sits next to me, she mimics the night sounds, she has tried to talk to crickets, owls and whatever other nocturnal creature that makes it impossible for me to concentrate. I stare at her and wait for the communication to end, it's like listening to whales gossip.
She sees me typing, but just like when I am on the phone, they just don't see it.
I have learned that my mother believes that me drinking Monster energy drinks scare her, she believes that I may kill my parents. I think she is confusing Monster with Four Loko. I have invested in a couple of four packs and drink one daily.
This whole moving in has caused us all to re-evaluate the purposes we have in life, the greater reason to live is to annoy each other to the tenth degree.
At the dinner table, my mom sat with a pad of paper, similar to one you would write a love letter on. She stared at instructions to an appliance in Korean and began "Dearest Wany", that's my mother in law, she then proceeded to pick and choose symbols, like the hieroglyphic code Egyptians used, and wrote my mother in law what she called a love letter, using various drawings of these symbols. My mother in law is out at the casino, we are only 15 minutes away now, and when she returns she will have a letter waiting for her on her pillow.
The pamphlet was an instructional on rice cookers.