Where I become a 16 year old

And not one of those cute Disney Movie/Jennifer Garner 16 year olds. No, when I seem to revert in maturity and intelligence.
Tex and The Cat Wrangler came out for my birthday this past week, and there was some apprehension and tension, mostly on my part. In fact there was some sweaty palms in thought starting 6 weeks ago when they told me they were coming out for a visit in the first wrong.
Now, Don't get me wrong, I love the parents. They raised me right, my brother and I never got into any real trouble. They helped provide for my education, instilled a love of reading I still have today and overall were good parents. There is something now that seems to itch in my brain like some sort of itchy tag on a new t-shirt when I see them. Its like I can only remember the things that seem to drive me nuts about them when we are in a close proximity.
Tex still intimidates me, he always has, he probably always will. I know its part his old persona that I grew up with, the school administrator who always could just get you back in line with just a look. And its not the look all the time, actually Tex and I got along pretty well this trip. Its just that you have to keep him on an even happy keel all the time, which becomes alot of work.
And the Cat Wrangler, lets just say we are like oil and water. We both seem determined to try and contradict everything we say to each other, at least on things that I do not 100% agree with her on. And all conversations in some small way seem to trickle back to her. Plus CW is as indecisive as a 3 year old. She can never seem to want to do anything, yet she is not happy with anything we decide to do. Its kind of weird.
I know part of this feeling of angst and stammering that i had while they were here was just proximity. The house is too small for 4 people for 4 days. Its a recipe for disaster.
And of course, when they left, I was sad and depressed, because I do miss them. Now, the way I was acting before the Tuesday flight, you would have thought I would have been jumping for joy. Which is why, dear readers, I am even more confused about the angst in the first place.