This will be short. (I hope.)
I'm currently in the US visiting with my sister and her family. We (Kate, Daddy, and I) flew over here to attend the funeral of my Grandmother. (A lot more on this much later.) Daddy flew home a week ago and Kate and I are flying back on Tuesday night.
So, things have been a bit crazy and since we couldn't get the wireless network running before my Computer Geek husband left, I have been left with limited computer time. (Unless I stay up until some ungodly hour of the morning.... which when you are mother to a 3 year old is a VERY bad idea.)
I'm ready to go home and yet I'm not. I hate feeling like I'm interrupting my sister's family life and I can't help feeling like I'm in the way. (Though she will assert that I'm not.) She has such a nice life and a nice house and then her crazy, chaotic sister arrives and flings stuff everywhere and suddenly she's left with a livingroom that looks as if a college party exploded in it.
As bad as I feel though... I love being here. I wish I would spend more time with more of the family, but I always procrastinate and I don't want to interrupt anyone. (There I go with that word again.) It's not like I'm the Queen making a Stateside visit. (Though by the way Kate is treated, you would think that she is a royal princess.)
Note to self: Write award winning novel and buy home and car in the States so that you don't feel like you are putting anyone out and you can visit people whenever you want and not feel bad for borrowing transportation. Scratch the award winning crap. Write novel that is best seller with mega movie rights. Make sure there are merchandising ops.
Well, I'm off to sleep on the sofa bed with Kate. At least she's getting over her cold and it feels a little less like I'm lying next to a recently fallen meteorite that is glowing hot from it's descent through the atmosphere. I'll be detailing the whole funeral thing later.
