Let me start by saying that "normal' is relative. What's normal for me (requiring a decent amount of coffee to function as a human) may not be normal for you (how do some of you human on just regular beverages?). So when I use the term "normal" in this post (yes, going forward I will ditch the quotation marks) I'm referring to a routine that was standard for me & mine.
In 2017 we also had one of the Chicken's friends living with us. Due to circumstances that I do not wish to discuss (& most likely won't for some time) that friend stopped living with us in 2018.
2018 was a rough year for the Chicken for various reasons. He's been working to get past everything & move forward. He's proven to himself & others what I've known all along, which is that he's amazing. He may not have as easy a time as others his age, but he's a fighter.
In 2018 the Squab not only turned 21 (holy crap I feel old), but he showed that he is my son, by excelling in Speech & Debate. I mean if this kid decided to become a lawyer, he would never lose a case.
The hardest part of 2018, at least for me, was the incredible amount of personal loss my side of the family experienced. Some of it was expected (Cancer sucks, old age sucks...) but not easy in the slightest & some of it was completely out of nowhere.
With everything that's happened I've been able to deal with, take in stride, reassess, adjust & move on. In most respects things are starting to even out & head at least a little back toward that normal we enjoyed before 2018 hit.
The Stork was able to find a job that he could do in 2018 & has since begun another; a work from home opportunity that hopefully will benefit all of us. The Chicken is now 18 (I feel so very old) & trying to figure out what path he wants to take toward his future. The Squab is still in school full-time & getting closer to figuring out his future every day.
One thing I've been struggling with, that I seem to have a harder time getting past is the grief. I'll talk about in more in another post. Right now, I think I'll procrastinate making dinner & enjoy having the windows open...ish (Mewlings love climbing & pushing window screens out).
As always, thank you for attempting to make sense of my ramblings.