Family

Okay, so my little brother (32 years old now) just moved into town. Now I have two sisters, one brother, and one mother within 5 miles of my home. Sounds good right? I can admit it, in some ways it is comforting. Anna has 9 and 1/2 cousins to play with- don't have to worry about birthday party invites. I have a few people that can hear me cry on the phone without freaking out on me. They all know how ugly I look in polyester, and how paticular I am about people touching my stuff (smile). On the other hand, I can't just enjoy their company. They actually want things from me. Visits, phone calls, advice, shopping, to borrow money, and.... to talk about each other. Now I am taking my mother to the doctor on Friday. She is not a good patient, and is not doing any of the stuff she needs to take care of her pacemaker/heart. Goodness! I have never been close to my family as an adult. They have always needed too much, with all of their drama. All of the back biting and complaining. I have chosen to join other people's families instead. For some reason, it is much easier for me to see them sniping at each other and love them anyway. I have some great families I have adopted along the way. So much love. I guess I have to go back and adopt my own now. I made lasagne for dinner for everyone yesterday. I am trying.