Just returned from visiting the Fam … sigh.  It’s all to the good, but man … so very difficult.  theKid asked why not quit (job) and sell (house), tried to explain obligations and duties and responsibilities and all that, but kids only understand a parent not being there. 

Which sucks.

Half tap-danced on right up alongside ALL the nerves in high-heel, steel-toed Louboutin work boots, as always, but still had some decent marriageable time.  Elder-in-Law (EIL) filled to the absolute brim re my presence, such that taking my leave quietly and without fuss was the wisest course.  May just rent a car and a hotel room next visit … but then again that, too, would become an issue (sigh).

One does not simply marry a person but the whole fam-damly.  Dysfunction as a genetic trait.  Whee.

Not all bad, tho’.  Helped get theKid ready for a brand-new school, allowed the heart to grow fonder with Half, enjoyed some quality fam time.  It was nice-ish.

One unspoken aspect Half is discovering (but will never admit) is how expensive the day-to-day really is.  Food and gas and groceries and restock and incidentals and per diems … yup, all them adds.  Since Half and theKid left, other half has had more bananas to feed the monkeys, surviving on frozen food and good vibes, 1130 mornings and midnight showers, frfr.

It’s good and it’s sad and it’s fun and it’s lonely and it’s weird night sounds and 42-hour fasting … small preview of the single life … no thanks. 

Love my people too much.  Methinks humans are built for this. 
Guess that’s why we (the collective we) have been doing it so long.

The real funny thing?  If never had it / won’t miss it. 
But once it’s there, it matters the absolute most.  {Genesis 2:18}