Visitors

Very very very late last night, my brother and his family flew in for an almost-2-week visit. I haven’t seen my brother in over a year, so I was happy they were all coming. Last time any of them visited, it was only my SIL and the baby (he’s three years old.)

I have a grand total of 3 days off when they’re here, including today, and on my last day off, I have two appointments, so I’ll be a bit busy.

So yeah. I’m glad they’re here, but I wish I had more time with them.

Sorry for the short post… I’m rather exhausted today.

Ladies and Gentlemen, My family:

I’m living with my parents, for now. This is because, no matter how much shit they put me through during my childhood and teen years, they are family. They are the only people in the area who I could stay with during this transition. (Believe me, if I had friends actually in the area who didn’t have a cat, I’d have asked them in a heartbeat.)

My family has always been a bit strange. I didn’t really notice until I brought friends from out of state home to visit. We’re very close and have basically no boundaries. (This is why it’s difficult to set boundaries now, because we’ve NEVER had boundaries before and my mom is always confused and hurt when I set a new one. …. Not that I let that stop me nowadays, but… I digress.)

One boundary-free aspect that I simultaneously appreciate and loathe is the fact that I know, I know, my parents have a healthy, happy, sex life.

These are the days I thank God for making me deaf in one ear and the fact that I sleep on my good ear, so I can’t hear anything. Plus, I have the air purifier and the air conditioner making white noise and I can’t hear anything that happens outside my room.

It’s fine, because it made me secure as a child that my parents really did love each other, no matter how crazy my mother is or how much of an enabler my father is, and they were not going to get a divorce.

Then there are times like last night. I stayed downstairs with my parents after supper. I’ve been coming upstairs around 8pm or so, but I stayed later for some reason. Apparently, my father got tired of me being around longer than usual (not in a malicious way, I swear) and this happened:

“I promise to keep my underwear on!” My father exclaimed, making me look up from my phone with wide eyes to see him taking off his pants. He wears boxes (apparently, because I never knew that, why would I??) so it wasn’t as bad as it could have been. Still.

“…And that’s my cue to go upstairs! Goodnight!” I positively escaped, my father’s cackling laughter following me up the stairs.

I need my own place. A.S.A.P.

So much for a daily post…

I’m trying really really hard not to beat myself up about not keeping to my goal of one post a day, M-F. 

A lot of things have been going on, and nothing has been going on, if that makes any sense. Most things are internal. I have something I’m working through and it’s been a long struggle and it will continue to be a long struggle. 

In other news that’s barely related… My husband and I are going on a trip to Arizona in just about two weeks (15 days, but who’s counting?) Today he sends me a text that his bosses are going nuts about some problem that means he might have to travel “soon”, which can mean anything, since his travel plans are usually last minute. 

I’m irritated about it. A few years ago, I would have just accepted it and hoped that it wouldn’t ruin our vacation. This time? This time, I told him I’d be going without him. Especially since his boss has already told him that he would never expect him to travel if he couldn’t or really didn’t think it was necessary. 

This trip means to much to me, independantly of it being “our” vacation… We aren’t even planning on spending a lot of time together. He has friends down there, and I have my best friend down there. I refuse to stay home because he can’t tell his boss no, when his boss would understand. It’s not like this vacation isn’t scheduled. 

Bah.