Suburban Goddess

Tomorrow I have to return to reality.  I don’t really want to go back; a week without laundry or dishes has spoiled me. Actually, I *did* do the dishes occasionally, but it’s different when you volunteer vs. when you *have* to do it otherwise your kitchen will smell like rotten meat.

Not that that’s ever happened. (cough)

I’d say it was an uneventful holiday, but in some ways, it was VERY eventful. The most mundane things suddenly had much more meaning than ever before.  Sitting at the family table flipping through family photos with my mother and her sister unleashed a small volley of stories. Listening to my father play his guitar had a profound effect on me. Just being able to let my daughter meet all of this extended family was more special than words.

At the risk of sounding mushy, I just loved it all.  Granted, we are NOT the poster children for Hallmark; when you take liberal family from California and New England and drop them in the Deep South, well… let’s just say I had plenty of entertainment. (Mom now warns everyone, “Watch what you say, she’ll put it on her BLOG!”)  To which I take a certain measure of indignation; I most certainly will not, because if I wrote what I wanted to, my family would most certainly disown me.

And I kinda like having family, no matter how crazy they are at times. So I have to take a vow of silence.  Or at least, a vow of restraint.

I can’t keep it ALL to myself….

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