Being a fly on the wall...

I'm very blessed to have friends willing to let me crash with them while I find the superglue and put all my pieces together again. I didn't fall off the wall like Humpty Dumpty, but I did finally run into a dead end and all the stuff I'd been keeping a few steps ahead of finally caught up and crashed into me. It was one helluva mess. I'd be lost completely without the handfull of friends who have really shown me the meaning of friend over the past few months...

It's sort of nice staying wiht Tricia and Chuck. Besides the fact that Tricia cooks and loves to fold laundry..lol, someone is always moderately happy to see me when I come in. (even if it's the dog, waiting for me to beat her for chewing up something else moderately valuable.) And Tricia and I do get to see each other more this way. It's nice to talk face to face on the mornings I'm home and all the kids but one are gone. I've been adopted by one of the cats. It's nice to almost belong somewhere again. I miss being part of a family. I can't thank them enough for letting me ride on the coattails of theirs.

But...
being an adult in a house not your own is odd. I try very hard to stay out of the normal family drama. But it's getting hard. I'm used to being Tricia's sounding board. It's my job. It's in the best bud contract we signed in blood so many years ago. I'd show you, but then I'd have to kill you. Some things truly are sacred still. ;-)

But now... other people are coming to me. This appeals to my caregiver, fix-it nature. Once a mom, always a mom, I suppose. I don't, and won't, offer advice until it's asked for. that's not my job. But it's okay to quielty try to play peacemaker when things get hairy and snarky right?

Someone please say "Yes, of course" or I'll explode.

The one thing I can say is that family is family is family. No matter how it is made up (step kids, step dads, moms, half siblings, dads, brothers, sisters, pets, ) Two people or twenty, or eight (;-)) through the fights, the growls, the bad moods, and all the drama. Love is there to keep it all together. Sometimes it's only one person who remembers it's there, but that's the power of Love. A little goes a long way...

and a lot does amazing things...

I miss it in ways that words cannot begin to explain