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.