Mommy Dearest

The Crazy is genetic, and I get it from my mother. Yesterday morning, I get an email from my dear mother, stating that her and my father were going to visit me for the weekend. I was half panicked (i have to scrub my apartment clean!) and half excited (she's bringing me real food! and that set of knives I've been wanting!)....until last night, when the Crazy popped in for a visit with her. And today? She changed her mind. She's not coming.
BUT. My father still is. God knows I love him so dearly and deeply, but the truth is...I don't think we've ever spent a weekend, just the two of us. We have spent many hours in front of our fireplace at home, arguing about politics, playing chess, agreeing to disagree on so many things...But after two hours, when we start getting under each others' skin, we can go to different rooms, different floors even... When we speak on the phone, it's usually about one of two things: my inability to get into medical school (I'm trying for the third time as we speak, and no, I'm not an idiot) and whether my finances are okay (I'm terrible with managing my own money). So the thought of an entire weekend filled with "I can't believe they haven't accepted you yet!" and "Have you been saving money?" is seriously cringe-inducing.
And I realize how sad this is, especially as I get older and he gets older, and the fleeting thought that they won't be with me forever makes my heart momentarily stop...
But at the same time, I hope that at the end of the weekend I will still possess my will to live.

And the more pressing issue on my mind right now...should I move? Should I spend $45 more/month, but live in a TOWNHOUSE? With one AND A HALF bathrooms? And a PATIO?? In a much better area?!?
It's not all good though...cute on the inside, plain and ugly on the outside. Small kitchen, no stainless steel appliances. And the worst part....NO WASHER AND DRYER. I have gotten so used to doing my laundry whenever I want to (I'm doing whites right now!) that I am stricken with fear at the thought of having to use a coin laundry. Or doing my laundry at his apt, but we're not currently speaking. But I'll save that story for another time. I must go fold my whites.