So, my nightmare week is almost over. We're finished helping my brother and his family move into his new place in Dallas.
My dad drove out Friday with my brother's other two kids who had stayed behind. Along with their dogs. That's right, as bad as it's been having two of his kids here for a week with no internet, it could have been a lot worse.
Most of today was spent moving his furniture and boxes in, which I was very little help with on account of my back dying on me. Then at the end of the day, they all sat in their newly furnished living room to watch a movie. An event I did not join. I always feel uncomfortable sitting with someone's family, even if it's my brother's. His ex wife moved out here with them. It's not as weird as you might think because they make better friends than they ever did a married couple. Still, her presence added to the feeling that I was an outsider intruding on a nice family moment, so I tried (unsuccessfully) to get some sleep instead.
What is it about other people's families that makes me so uncomfortable? Doesn't matter how well I know them, how well I get along with the whole family, etc. I guess I just feel too much like an intruder in those situations. I don't know.
To make things worse, my father and I have a long (10 hour) drive ahead of us in about 4 or 5 hours, and I still can't sleep. Tomorrow's going to be rough.
But hey, at least at the end of one last, long, shitty day... I'll get to see my cat again. I can't believe how much I miss the little bastard. I hope he's not too mad at me for being gone so long.