At the dining room table, I comment on and grade papers. I start early, before breakfast. Then breakfast goes by. I am still grading papers. I am still in my pajamas.
Grace wants to get dressed and start the day and do something. She can’t. “Mama, put your clothes on. I don’t feel comfortable when I’m dressed and you’re not.”
<Sigh> “Okay,” I say and get up and change into pants and a t-shirt. I go back to the dining room table and the papers. Grace gets dressed.
Jimmy asks, “What’s that about?”
I answer, “Oh, she’s so permeable.”
He says, “You mean co-dependent?”
“I’m sticking with permeable,” I say and smile.