Welcome to the craziness

It would be difficult to give a lot of background information on my parents that would enable you to understand how they think and what their world is like.  My parents are some of the oddest people I've ever known.  It took quite a long time for me to figure this out, because as a child, you accept the reality with which you're presented.  You don't realize that most peoples' mothers don't consider "starting a load of laundry" to be an integral part of "getting ready to leave the house" when you've grown up with that.  I don't have a lot of childhood experiences in common with most people.  I'm not here to talk about how my childhood messed me up though.  That would be a topic for a whole other blog, and it would be pretty depressing anyway.

No, I'm here to talk about the off-the-wall things my parents do and how it somehow makes perfect sense to them.

I'm now in my 30s, and my sister is in her 40s.  We've grown up, moved out, and seen the world outside of the madness, which gives greater perspective to how absolutely strange my parents really are. 

My parents are both physically disabled and need quite a bit of help from us with their lives.  Again, I'm not here to talk about their disabilities or their medical problems.  It's not my intention to call attention to their disabilities or to poke fun at their medical problems in any way.  I bring it up now only because it adds context to why we need to do certain things like picking up supplies for them and performing odd jobs around the house.  In all reality, the strange things they say and do have nothing to do with their disabilities.  They would be saying and doing these things no matter what; they would just be saying and doing them in secret. 

So, with all of that out of the way, please join my sister and I as we tell stories about the nonsense that we put up with, and put up with willingly.  After all, for all their craziness and faults, they're still my parents.