Normal...or Normalized?

When unhealthy behavior blends right in

I am not anointing myself the arbiter of “normal.” We don’t have a single hairbrush in my house. Socks, if anyone bothers to pair them, go into a communal sock bin, and dinner is served at 10PM most nights. My dog is the only one in my house who cleans dishes before they go into the dishwasher. Believe me when I say I will not judge.

But I will point out…