We made it back safely from a few days with my sister. I love, love, love spending time with her. There are no pretensions. There is no bickering. It is just our core four, her and her sweetie. We cook only the things we truly love, nothing there just for tradition. After our lovely time with her, we scuttled back home to go to my mother's late yesterday afternoon for the second of our trio to Thanksgivings.
This is where the relaxing weekend ends. Amongst family you only see once a year, there is always an air of "it's for tradition." Why does it HAVE to be tradition? Do we really need 10 desserts? Pick 2 or 3 that everyone loves or -- sacre bleu -- only one! There is no real reason for such an overabundance other than "But we always do it this way."
Today we will head over to my in-laws house. (This is the point where I am sooooo very grateful that none of my family -- with the exception of my lovely baby sister -- reads my blog, ever.) The idea of going already makes my right eye tick. I try my best not to expose my kiddos to bad influences. This is nearly impossible when your sister-in-law has four children who act like wild monkeys. One is so hateful you can't even get a normal "Hello" out of her, another so wrapped up in her looks that she spends more time in the mirror than Suzanne Sugarbaker, the third kiddo has an attitude that makes 9 going on 39 a whole new meaning. And then there is the boy. . .
Me and my girls spend a lot of time in the corner with a book or game or something. I don't run into the kitchen trying to help every two minutes. I am the newest member of this family, I know my place is not in the kitchen. (I have never cooked a meal there in the 7 years we have been married.) This particular dinner is the longest. First there is the eating. Then we have to play board games. Next we all sing Christmas Carols. Next we have to put up the tree. Lastly we have to open "Thanksgiving Gifts" which is just a little something to let the kids know that gifts will be abudant in the coming weeks. All total, it takes about 8 hours to complete the festivities.
I figure there are three kinds of holiday dinners: The fun one, the happy medium, and the migraine one. I get to partake in all three. Yay me!