A Messy Life

I don't even know where
Roosy's partner in crime
was at that moment.
 

It is almost 5 a.m. Later this morning, I will drive over to to Her Royal Majesty, Deb, the Queen of everything and the boss of me, and go with her to Little Rock. During our two hour drive, she will drill me incessantly as to why I've been standoffish. I really haven't. Mostly. But being from the South, where one's business is EVERYONE'S business, she doesn't see the thin line between introverting and standoffish. 

What I have been doing is other stuff. For example, edits. They take a long time--even longer when one is distracted by hyper-active scheming kittens, Luna and three other adults living under the same 1500 square feet as me. Plus, I have other things I do. Like... well... laundry and going for three-mile walks around Wake Village to find respite from the additional 18 legs in my home. And truly, I'm not very good company when I am in the middle of edits and life at the Sunshine house is a bit jumbled.

All of the above is not to say we are in some sort of malaise. Not really. But I'm not great company. Who wants to hear how things are not Instagram-quality wonderful? Our lives are in flux with a lot of uncertainties. The young adults are at crossroads (and one's chronic disease is out of remission). It sounds like one big complaint, but it isn't. It is just life. Life happens. Right now life is raining down on us. We are handling it with humor and resilience, but our challenges aren't interesting. Heck! I don't even want to call Bonus Dad and tell him about this. 

None of this will satisfy Deb--who has a genuine love and affection for me and my family. My goal is to get her talking about something else. Southern holiday menus come to mind. Me: "Tell me? Why are deviled eggs around these parts made with sugar?" I can already hear her saying, "What do you mean? You DON'T make them with sugar?"  Nope. Ew. Gross.