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I love my family. I do. But DEAR GOD I was happy to hit the road. I left later then I wanted as my family didn't realize they had parked me in three separate ways before they took off for the wake, so I got to spend another hour watching the cousins, ages 13, 12, 12 and 11. Oh yes, they have hit the teenage, OMGLIFEISSOUNFAIR years with a VENGENCE. And it's kind of hilarious. Also, they fear me. I offered to babysit more if their parents needed me. I'm not getting any nicer.
If I let it happen, I would still be there, being fed and babied by Grandma. She raised her six kids and a neighborhoods worth of other peoples, feeding people is her default setting. I'm going to have to visit her more often, she's pretty lonely since Grandpa died.
In weird news, I had a moment of total and utter happiness on the way there, breezing down the interstate at 65 mph, blasting Leona Nass and sipping pomegranate rockstar. I think I'm mostly over the fear of driving thing, which is nice.
But man, I can't sleep at ALL at Grandma's. It's ridiculous.
If I let it happen, I would still be there, being fed and babied by Grandma. She raised her six kids and a neighborhoods worth of other peoples, feeding people is her default setting. I'm going to have to visit her more often, she's pretty lonely since Grandpa died.
In weird news, I had a moment of total and utter happiness on the way there, breezing down the interstate at 65 mph, blasting Leona Nass and sipping pomegranate rockstar. I think I'm mostly over the fear of driving thing, which is nice.
But man, I can't sleep at ALL at Grandma's. It's ridiculous.