Sometimes, I can’t even be around my family for ten minutes without hearing something really senseless and irrational being said or done. I had lunch with my aunt today, who is here for two months from San Francisco to help take care of her grandson in Brooklyn, and she informed me that her son, this grandchild’s dad, and his wife may not be coming to the wedding in March because they noticed that our wedding date is on a Friday, and in their words, “But Ryan has school that day.” This child just turned three years old. His schooling is hardly going to impair him in life if he misses a couple of days for this wedding. And our wedding is on Good Friday when many schools and businesses will be closed. There is zero logic in my family.

The other alternative, as his wife noted, was that my cousin could go, and she could stay behind with their son, who absolutely cannot miss a day of school no matter what. My aunt expressed her disagreement and dissatisfaction to them and to me.

I can’t believe it. Even when I make things really simple for my family, they find ways to make everything hard for themselves.