vacation from adulthood

    My parents live an hour away in Greenboro, and going home for the weekend is usually the highlight of my month.  Not because I can't live without the company of my dear old folks, but because being there is like taking a vacation from adulthood.  I leave my stale old apartment behind and luxuriate in the cleanliness of the quaint little home I grew up in.  I trade captain crunch and almost spoiled milk for banana nut pancakes and rich black coffee.  I trade my usual frozen Weight Watchers baked ziti dinner for my mom's famous three cheese lasagna and home made italian bread. 
    My favorite part of these oh-so fattening feasts is that I don't have to cook them and I don't have to clean them up.  Really I don't have to think at all on these too few and far between trips back in time.  My mom also loves my visits.  She says she's making up for all those years of being a working mom. 
    I like to think of the little cape cod style home as a weeked house of sorts.  It has all the ammeneties anyone could want for a relaxing weekend getaway.  Small  old fashioned town, quiet neighborhood, a beautiful yard, and a cozy bedroom to myself.  It even comes complete with a wouldn't-have-it any-other-way cook and housekeeper.  I'm not the type of girl to bring all of my laundry home for Mom to do, but I'm not above getting lost in my latest novel while my Mom patches the hole in my favorite pair of jeans.   
    My younger years in their house were spent mostly locked in my room with Becky Howard from next door gossiping, or in the backyard under the weeping willow tree with my nose burried in a V.C. Andrews book.  Hanging out with Mom and Dad wasn't on my very short to-do list. 
    Now, I appreciate the qiuet company they have to offer.  I love sitting on the back porch on a sunny, dewey morning with my Dad drinking a cup of his imported cuban coffee.  On these mornings we talk about my work, his job at the highschool, and how he wishes my Mom would fnd a hobby. 
    My Mom and I like to take her two miniture Yorkies, Bonnie and Clyde, walking at Greensboro Legion Park.  They are yappy little things and she loves to show them off.  They are always wearing matching outfits, and she has been known to have an accessory or two of her own that coordinates.  She spends the whole time asking me if I've met any single doctors, good looking or not.  She says its better to have an ugly doctor son-in-law than no doctor son-in-law at all.