If you follow my Twitter stream at all, you’ll know that my parents are visiting San Diego for 10 days.Â I have said before on this blog that I love my folks:Â my mom is the bomb, yo’.Â And my stepdad is really the Fairy Stepfather.Â I’m a grateful grown up.Â That said, 10 days of being the child in a family-of-origin scenario is enough to make a (real) girl a little crazy.
It’s that I’m a grown woman; that’s the problem.Â I have no need to be parented when I’m doing mundane things I do everyday. I don’t want to be a kid again, I’m very happy as the adult I am.
So, help a sister out, won’t you?
Please to share distracting and/or embarassing stories of when you finally understood the saying “you can never go home again.”