I haven’t had any urge to write about anything the last few weeks. It’s not that nothing has happened, it just that I’m living it and moving on rather than living and reliving it. This hasn’t been a magical time, it’s been one of hard work and lazy selfishness all wrapped into one.

One in which I confront my oldest daughter about the possibility of shortcomings in her father that he neglected to mention in his headlong rush to move back to Hawai’i. The part where I say I’m not moving back unless it’s the last choice I have short of suicide. The part where he blithely assumes that I’m moving back no matter what so we can be a family.

You know, that sort of thing.

Its also a time of realizing that my youngest daughter is afflicted with the same dread Mom is Stupid disease that all 17 year old children contract, not always at 17. Hers is also compounded with a case of possible Failure to Launch syndrome. I’ve always known that genetically it’s possible, but hoped for the best. Time will tell I suppose.

Wonder Sweetie is his wonderful self , except I apparently have become a humorless old hag. He’s constantly cracking jokes that I don’t understand and I really dislike giving him the cow look. Bessie, with her big unblinking and uncomprehending eyes. Since everything is a joke I don’t know if he’s hearing my or putting me off. He’s headed back to Baltimore for a brief stint. At least I think it’s brief. He’s been unhappy with the pace of life here I think. After 2 hours on public transport and another 8 on the phones at work, I’ve had quite enough of the milk of human kindness. AND I still need to relate to my kids for their well being (see above). He on the other hand has been stuck at home and needs to get out. I understand, but am not able to accommodate more than dinner out and a walk around the neighborhood. The weekends I use for catch up because I am gone for 11 plus hours of each and every work day.

I’m sure we will figure it out. I’ve already mentioned the getting old thing. No need to roll on that retread again. Lets just say it’s not fun watching your body give it up.