Brrrrr, its cold!
Our weekend was fine. All the usual family complaints. I realized this weekend that being with my family isn't like "coming home" to me. I just don't feel that peaceful feeling that I think a lot of people feel with family. I do feel that when we get together with my aunts and uncles on my dad's side, but that's about the only group of family that I really feel "homey" with (of course, I include my dad with the aunts and uncles).My brother literally didn't clean up at all for visitors. That's so weird to me. You know you're having company - why not spend 15 minutes picking up? I'm not asking for mopped floors or a spotless anything. I wanted to take a picture of his couch - it was COVERED in papers, CDs, toys, backpacks, etc. I mean covered. Now, he has seating for 8 people if you jam together. There were 9 of us there. But the 4-person couch was covered in everything, so you couldn't sit on it. One bathroom (the main/hall one) had at least 5 pairs of HIS dirty boxers and some dirty socks on the floor. The other had a step ladder and an empty duffel bag in it (among other things). I just don't understand why someone wouldn't at least pile all their crap "somewhere" or straighten into piles. I mean, I guess I don't even have to straighten up around here before my parents get here. Even if we leave all the garage sale stuff in the guest bedroom (where it is now), that bedroom looks a bit neater than the bedroom my parents slept in at my brother's house. Wow. Maybe he just feels so comfortable with "family" that he doesn't think he should make an effort?Allison cried (off and on) most of the way home yesterday - she was just so sad to leave her cousins (especially the younger one). She just had that sad/heartbroken look on her face and kept asking us to go back to Georgia. So sad! (It was a short visit with them, and we don't expect to see them again during this grandparent trip.)