I knew mom was getting up in age, and she was having a difficult time getting around.
I had recently divorced and had a three-bedroom, two-bathroom ranch home.
She asked if she could move in with me if she sold her house. She would put all the money in a bank account with both our names, and we could use the money for any repairs I needed for the house and for household expenses. I had to give this a lot of thought, because mom had a lot of special needs. I didn’t mind forfeiting my master bedroom with the en suite bathroom, but I would need to make the bathroom handicapped friendly for her. I already knew I was going to need a new furnace and I was planning on installing central air conditioning, but I would need to install zone control with mom here. If I agree, I’ll probably also install a smart thermostat. I wouldn’t need to worry about her leaving the thermostat set at eighty all day long because I could use my phone and reset the thermostat whenever I saw it was up that high. After a week, I called and told her what work I needed to do to the house, and she was so happy she was crying. She said she had already put her house on the market, but if I didn’t want her with me, she understood. She was going to get a small apartment in one of those highrises where they had nurses on duty all the time. I think I prefer her staying with me.