My brother’s family arrived at my parents’ house this evening. Now my sister, my brother and sister-in-law, and my two teenage nieces are staying there. I can’t say I was sorry to finally come home to my own house and bed tonight, although I was very glad to see them.
I’ve spent almost all day with family and am scheduled to do so again tomorrow. As an adult, it’s a wonderful, frustrating, crazy, puzzling thing. To say you can’t live with them and can’t live without them is oversimplifying it. I guess you simply say “It’s my family.”