When everyone returned to Middle’s after swimming, my husband and I sprung the idea of leaving that evening after dinner. Our kids appeared fine with the plan, and Middle seemed perhaps a bit relieved – her morning of getting kids to daycare and herself to work made a little easier
After the kids and husbands left to the pool, Middle and I sat in her backyard. I told her I wouldn’t really leave her completely alone to take care of Dad, Mom just needed to hear it that way. I felt sick saying it, not knowing if it was a
Welp, I just spent 2 and 1/2 days with my family of origin, which should give me 30 days worth of bullshit to post about. Am still processing, but here are two actual and quoted* conversations from our visit. 1. During a family argument, my mom got up and went
The supernatural is seeping in. Which realistically, is probably more related to life stress causing my perceptions to go wonky than a reflection of actual events in the known world. I don’t mind it once in a while, if I’m honest. Ah, refreshing break from the mundane! The first weirdness
Christmas Eve, Mom sent us to Northstar, which was pretty swank. Remember the days it was full-on snob appeal to have multiple lift tickets hanging off your jacket? You know, to show how often you went skiing and where? Or maybe this was specific to my ‘90’s Midwest teen skiing