Being normal is not something my wife and I are used to. Raising special needs kids, and now that they are adults, you learn to adapt, but things are not what you would see in a normal household. When you add Cooper and Phoebe (the 2 crazy dogs) to the mix, it doesn’t get any more normal. In other words, our house is complete “chaos”.
So to remedy this living arrangement, every few months, my wife and I get away. The other night we rented a little cottage up in Nevada City to hopefully see normality. We go for a walk, we go out for lunch and dinner and we watched some TV. Just before we go to bed, my wife looks at me and says, this is not our normal. I need normality. So, first thing this morning we got up early and packed up and came right home.
Of course once we get home we both wondered, why did we come back?