I learned and re-learned some extremely valuable lessons this weekend. For example, when my family’s reality, (which is skewed, demented, harsh, and bizarre,) encroaches on mine, I have to get an emotional yardstick out and see if I am able to stretch across the line a bit, or see if it would be breaking my boundaries, aka, my sanity. I determined that I could help out with something this weekend and this week, but I am worried about everyone in the family except for myself and Kristi. Maybe these lessons will be helpful for other people too.

Lesson One: When your family is so crazy that the act of telling people the facts causes them to raise their eyebrows in disbelief, distance in miles from the aforementioned family is best.

Lesson Two: If you have any sane members of your family, they are the only ones that are going to completely understand the weirdness. Call them.

Lesson Three: If you have friends/significant others that don’t mind listening to your rants, your insecurities, and your difficulty with decision making due to lack of information from crazy people, then spend as much time with them as possible. If they are truly amazing people, they will even still love you when it’s all over.

Lesson Four: A glass of wine is a helpful cure for nighttime insomnia, anxiety, and general weirdness. Notice I said a glass. Perhaps two. Certainly not a bottle.

Lesson Five: You can never have too much sea salt about the house for bathing purposes of your person and/or any items that have picked up bad vibes.

Lesson Six: Always wear socks and shoes if packing/organizing, even when its just light things, such as clothes, to avoid stepping on any sharp things, such as a sewing needle sticking out of the floor, waiting to vampire your toes.

I can’t wait until this nonsense is all over, and I can get in the car to visit my seestor.