Utah

I'm back in Utah.
At my parents house.
The current beings that currently live here are:
Dad. 57
Mom. 53
Crissy. Moved back in a year ago. 25
Kyle. Age 4. Crissy's son.
Hannah. 21. Never moved out.
Charla. 24. Moved back in in April. In Tennessee for about 20 more days.
John. 20's. Charla's husband. Still living here while Charla is away.
Oreo. 10 year old cat.
Sugar. Basset Hound. Mom's Dog.
Spice. Basset Hound. Dad's Dog
Zelda. Jack Russel Terrier Mix. Crissy's dog.
Icy. Australian Shepherd Charla's dog.

In a 5 bedroom house, that puts me on a bed set up in the family room at night.

I seem to be having a power struggle with Kyle. And he's 4. I feel like I should know better. But, I call for my Mom to help when he's being mean and not sharing. I should probably be the adult in the situation, but I just can't. I'm like a 4 year old with him. Let's take, for example, this morning. I was making banana and chocolate chip pancakes for breakfast. Kyle was dropping the chocolate chips in the pancakes as I poured them onto the pan. But then he started to eat them. I asked him not to. He kept eating them. I demanded him not to. And he kept eating them. I demanded he put the chocolate chips in my hand in 5 seconds. He still did not. My next option. "MOM! Kyle's being mean!" Meanwhile I burned the pancakes.
Later, when we were ready to eat the pancakes, he told me not to sit by him. So, I said fine. I went out to the front porch. And and while I was eating, a humming bird came and said hello. He didn't really SAY hello. But he came over, and got nectar from the flowers next to me. I like to imagine he said hello.

But, I got to do yoga this morning. And then went for a bike ride.

My body is craving the humidity.

The dry desert heat is taking a toll on me.