My baby sister, S, flew back to Chicago this morning. Poof! And she's 2,000 miles away. I awoke this morning to find her bedroom empty of her whirlwind of "stuff". It sucked. I miss her something awful, I really do.
It sucked more for Achilles and Milo, but especially for Achilles. He became so attached to his Auntie S over these past 9 days. I actually found him sleeping in her room with his face buried in a bunch of towels she'd left behind. I teared up as I kissed the top of his golden red head. I love the sleepy faces of all of my little animals.
You wanna know how attached he became to his Auntie S? Well, one day last week S was in the backyard "layin' out", which is what we call sun tanning in Chicago. She was lying on her belly when she felt two little paws on her upper back by her shoulders. It was Achilles. He was standing on her shoulders. He then proceeded to joyfully HUMP the top of her head with abandon as she desperately tried to untangle herself from him. Oh, to have been there to witness it would have been priceless for me!!! I was at work though. Too bad!!! The mental picture of the scene is enough to reduce me to fits of giggles for years to come.
We had many talks over this past week, but I still want more. She is at a crossroads in life after graduating from college this summer. She's taking this semester off to figure out if she should go to med school or dental school, or possibly even law school. Whatever she decides, she'll need to do it soon so she can prepare for all the entrance exams. Making these career decisions is a tough road, and the road is made even tougher for her because she is GREAT in all of these fields.
On top of all of that, we have all kinds of maniacal family bullshit that rears its ugly head every chance it gets. My sister M is holding my niece's first birthday party over Labor Day weekend, but she has yet to come out her grudge fest to include my mom, me or my sister, K. She refuses to acknowledge my attempts to reconcile. I have moments when I tell myself to just fuck it because I need to get over it and stop caring. Well, that works for a little while, and then I get all melancholy and sad over the entire situation again. It is a constant roller coaster. I miss her so much. I love her even more. And yet, I find myself raging and angry at her as well. Does that make sense? *Sigh*.
My mom has also been a delicious wreck lately who has chosen to blame ALL of her life's problems on me. She and my dad haven't been able to get along in years now and they have both used me as their conduit of communication. Now that I'm beginning to say "no" for my own sanity's sake, both of them are out of their minds!
My sister, K, comes around when she needs money or when she has a moment of clarity and realizes that her family really is NOT out to fuck her over. In fact, it is quite the opposite. I love her too much for her own good, does that make sense? Over this past year I finally decided to start saying 'no' to her as well.
Aaaaah, family, isn't it a wonderful bowl of cherries?
Well, I had a fantastic week with my baby sister. We egotistically like to believe that the two of us are the only sane and normal members of our family. But, I'm willing to bet you'd believe the same if you only knew my family. They're CRAZY!!! :-)
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Wow, sounds like you're in an episode of "Dysfunctional Days of our Lives". Don't worry, it will get better and so much appears to be out of your control. We can't control other people and their idiot choices, we can only control our reactions to them. I feel like I've been saying that a lot lately. I have a feeling when we meet, we are going to have laryngitis from all the talking we will be doing. We need to have an outline of all the stuff we need to cover!!! I'm sooo looking forward to getting together. And from what it sounds like, you are the most normal one in your family (and sis S too). I still can't believe your other sister is not allowing family to see their niece/grandaugther. That is just hurtful.
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