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As of yesterday, my mom is officially a homeowner for the first time in her life.  Being the wife of a preacher for many years and living in parsonages provided by the church, she never has had the luxury of having a space that she could truly call her own.  After my parents separated, she moved from apartment to apartment trying to find a place to settle.  As anyone could probably imagine, she quickly grew tired of the apartment life and decided it was time to do something about it.

As I type this, she is at her new house, lovingly cleaning it from top to bottom.  She is preparing the house for the grueling process of moving all of her belongings into it tomorrow.  She is as giddy as a child on Christmas morning.  I honestly don’t think I’ve ever seen my mother so truly excited about anything.  Owning her own home is a dream that she thought would never be a reality.

I’m so proud of her for going through with this and making her dream a reality.  Even though she is nervous and terrified of the payments and the responsibility, this is a huge step in her life.  I’ll admit that I’m a little tired of hearing about the house, blinds, curtains, shower curtains, and everything that goes along with making a house a home, but deep down I’m just so very happy for her.

Tomorrow all three of her children, our spouses, and kids will gather up,  load all of her belongings into a big truck, drive to her new house, then unload it all.  Then we will spend the evening with her arranging and setting up all of her furniture.  We will celebrate a dream come true for our mother, who never thought she would see this day happen.

The weather in KC has been a bit cooler and wetter (more wet?) recently.  I’m not complaining at all because it means that I can start digging out my fall clothing and Zach can finally wear those very cute painter’s jeans that I bought him at Old Navy.  What I don’t like is the wet grass and the mud in my yard that doesn’t quite dry out between rainfalls.  My reason for this is simple:  I don’t like to wear pawprints to work.

After my morning rush to get ready and get out the door, I glanced down to see that there was a little something on my khaki’s down around the ankle region.  Upon further inspection, I discovered that the something on my pants was a couple of perfect little puppy pawprints.  I noticed this as I was getting in the car.  It was too late to go back and change as I was already running a few mintues late and I had to be at day care by 7:45.  There would have been no point anyway as I didn’t have anything clean to change into. 

So, here I am at work, looking at my pawprinted pants.  I’m thinking Zoot’s idea of employer’s giving you Stained Clothing Days could have definitely applied in this case.  It’s not like anyone will really see the pawprints anyway because they are tucked away under my desk where no one would probably want to look anyway.  But, I really could have used a day off.