Without getting into too much detail, I am sitting here with my parents and my younger brother. Super brother.
I come from one of those families where the male gender is the automatic key to power and decisions and wisdom and all things wonderful.
The female gender also happens … sometimes.
Some decisions being made. Important decisions. The ones you put off because they are uncomfortable.
Then you realize that there is no more putting off and the discussion must happen.
I sat in the other room while it took place.
There are some advantages to being thought of as the less than capable child. It’s the part where I am still thought of as the child that is maddening.
The good news is that the chaos will only go on for another week or two … or three.
Then I promise things will get back to normal.
Well, as normal as things get in my life.