I walk into my home and think, "What in God's name would happen if I had the flu?"

During this past weekend, I got together with some friends at a lake in Maine. ( I will write about the weekend later when I can do my ladies proper justice.).  As I leave, there is an underlying wave of guilt.  As I am having fun and am genuinely happy of the friendships that I have, I still feel guilty.  Shouldn't I be home with my family, doing whatever it is, that I do?  This guilt disappears as soon as I walk through the door.  Oh Christ.

First of all, I do feel compelled to say that my mom stayed  for a bit and didn't leave the house in ranging chaos.  The Wang residence was picked up and in order.  (Order in my sense of the word.  Not my sister who in a previous life was a military drill sargent.)

I walk into my home and think, "What in God's name would happen if I had the flu?"

I look into the fridge and notice that the "high maintenance fruits" like mango and melon, that I specifically peeled and cut were never touched.  I am not even sure how many times the refrigerator was even opened.  Perhaps for just juice, milk and Nana's special juice?

The three, maybe four loads of laundry that I do on the weekend were not attempted.  Two of Laurel's swimsuits and beach towels were washed and dried for Monday's camp.  I am not sure what I should think is more (ridic!)..the three loads waiting for me or the one load that Ching did was just four pieces of clothing?

(Again, my home is tidy. And dude, how fun was that weekend?!)

But then I see the product of Laurel and Nana time...Laurel's bookshelf is totally cleaned out.  There is a lone bottle of some weird colored liquid.  Where did all her art things go?  I look in her closet...apparently, her fall pants and shirts are on the shelf.  (Yeah, that's not going to stay like that...)  And then in the dresser drawer are the art supplies?  Well, a new task just added to my things to do list for this coming weekend.  I later find out that the liquid is a potion of water, food coloring, pepper, and rotini...I have no freakin' idea other than Laurel thinks she is a witch.

Again, my home is tidy.  My mom helped Ching when he thinks he needs help.  (I am not sure if I would call my mom if Ching had a guys weekend.)  The girls are healthy and happy to see me.  Ching is also happy to see me and as I see the three loads, I am trying to plan the next outing with my best women.