Coming Down

It is very quiet here this morning. A small thing which I am grateful for. Yesterday was too full of Redding fussing. All I can think of is maybe he misses people, animals, places, and things he got to do in California. He had no fever, his molars are mostly in, and no other identifiable physical issues.

Or maybe I'm projecting.

He's decidedly unavailable for comment, so I'll go with projecting.

Now, don't get me wrong. It is nice to be back in our house. To have a room of one's own, as it were. It is amazing to be here and have such a wonderful bunch of friends and family visit for Annabella's birthday.

But I think growing up in such a large family, I mostly miss having so much daily contact with Tammie, Joe, Bailey, Kayla, my mom. I know, weird, right? Because living in a house with so many, well, adults or practically adults, you have to be thoughtful, a lot. You need to look to the common good, you need to shine it on. And that? That can kick your ass like nothing else. It is emotionally draining. In a good way.

Now, the trade off of wildfires for tornadoes, of homeless people for neighbors who are ignorant of dog etiquette (not to mention leash laws and common respect)... It would be darn near impossible to say which way the scales would lean.

Impartiality being impossible, I can say that it is sweet, comfortable and yes, even a bit lonely to be home again.

I've got birthdays and child updates to catch up on in the next few days. Plus, perhaps once I turn 36 I will be more diligent about getting a post up every day. Yes, I keep looking forward to milestones and guessing that sooner or later one of them will make me a good person. Either that or I heard someday monkeys might fly out... Never mind.