How frequently are you the last to know about something in your family?
I’m constantly the last to know things because everyone else assumes that someone else will tell me. When I was younger, it was where we were going on vacation. Now that I’m older, it’s where we’re going for dinner and which family friends will be there. It’s what ugly colour of vinyl siding is going to cover up the sky blue paint of the house, who’s in the extended family just got diagnosed with cancer and “Oh, hey, let’s just have Michelle wake up to see that the silver birch tree in the front yard that she’s known all her life be chopped down!”
Am I amused? No. I rather liked that tree. And what everyone else (who already knew about the tree being chopped down – even my sister who’s living in the States right now!) doesn’t know is that my dad has also chopped up the plants that were planted in a ring around the base of the tree. Plants that were just sprouting and wouldn’t have been in their full colourful glory until mid to late summer.
When’s the last time that you were the last to know something in your family?