On the Cusp of 44...

I spent most of my childhood hoping I would soon grow up. Little did I know that being an adult was not all it was cracked up to be as well. I wish I knew at 18 what I know now. My life would be vastly different, but I better not cry over spilt milk. I have a pretty good life these days and all my immediate and most pressing needs are met. I also have a completely dysfunctional but very loving family.

Dad says that my mother and I ceased growing up as soon as schizophrenia and bipolar manifested themselves. So I guess I am figuratively still 20 or 21 years of age.

My father usually only works Tuesdays and Thursdays. He worked today so he could be off for my birthday tomorrow.  I jokingly called my father at the pharmacy and asked him if I can open my presents tonight. I am itching to get my new computer up and running. He told me to get up a grocery list as we are buying groceries as is our usual custom for Monday nights.