It's been over a week since I last informed you of my new found freedom from my sister. I have to say, it was best and made me appreciate "normal" all that much more. Sure, it's a little difficult being in the presence of a 9 year old and 5 year old all day long. It sure beats having your sister determine certain aspects of your day on a daily basis.
First, let me say that it is not like that. With that said, I have to say it was like being married to two women. Again, it's not like that, but something like that. Now, imagine being married or with your significant other and reaching that point we all reach when you need your space. So, the wife goes off to work for her space and I get the house. All good, right? Wrong. My wife has to deal with her employees (she's a manager now, so they are her employees), and I have to deal with my boys AND my sister. Neither of us got a break and it started to show. Plus, you put two dominant women personas in the same house with only one man and someone is going to the ER eventually. So, you take three and subtract one and you get normal, once again.
Normal is a concept that often gets a bad wrap. Like it's some sort of disease. I beg to differ. Some people thrive on keeping normal from happening. Some require normal to function properly. Normal to one can be chaos to another. I took my normal, threw in some chaos, and now I love my normal. Good normal. Please, don't leave me again!! So, as a public service message to my fan base of one to none, embrace your normal. FOR PETE'S SAKE, EMBRACE IT MAN. Trust me.