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The backpedaling amuses me, but this week has been too messy for me to respond. Perhaps I'll pen something today.





I know. I really shouldn't complain. It isn't like my family gets into huge fights that end with someone wielding a butcher's knife on Mom. It's also not like I have the family from "Home For The Holidays" (Have you seen that movie? It amuses me greatly.)

Still, it can be frustrating.

Somewhere early in the week, my sister (K) called. She said Mom and Dad weren't doing anything for Thanksgiving and because I was reluctant to go to hubby's parent's house (where it is like I described in the above paragraph) she asked if we wanted to have a nice quiet dinner at Mom's. Sure. Why not? We decided to do a shared meal, my sister providing stuffing and dessert while we were to provide rolls and vegetables. That, I felt, made it "belong" to all of us.

I believe it was Tuesday night when I was (not asked) informed that brother would be joining us. Crazy me, I assumed that meant that it would still be at Mom's. We'll get to that in a moment. What I immediately knew it to mean was that his wife and their clan as well as sister J and her daughter would be there. Now, it's way too late to simplify this so, whatever. Brother G lives down the street from me. J used to live here with her bratling. W, G's wife sort of runs their family.

So, W has a bunch of disrespectful bratlings, some of which she adopted because despite my opinion, she's respected as the great mother type. Sure. W is to mother's as Hitler was to Germany. Normally I'd avoid the Nazi reference, but realistically, the people under his spell weren't aware of his evils and the people outside were sickened by it, yes? Ok, so now we're committed to dinner with a bunch of brats and their nosy parents.

Then I find out that it's going to be at their house because of the kids who are allergic to cats. Oh, joy. Nearing 15 people in their much smaller kitchen.

Got craving for sweet potatah's Thursday morning. This isn't typical Thanksgiving cuisine with us because most of our family isn't fond. So I called Mom to find out if anyone was bringing them or should I bring them myself. Her response? "I think M is bringing them." I hang up grumpy. M!? W's sister M is a snooty stick-up-her ass wench with a white trash hubby who wouldn't move into this house in Midvale because it was too trashy. Whatever. It was nicer than the place they were living in and they were moving because of his bad decisions!

So, I brace myself for the family and it's not like it turned tragic, but I had to show up and not talk about anything I like or anything I'm interested in because everything turns competitive. "So, L, what have you been up to?"

"Writing, mostly."

"OH! My daughter just wrote a short story for her freshman HS english. Teacher loved it. She's going to be quite a writer someday. She started writing poems last year."

What am I supposed to do? Sit there and look amused as I recall the story I wrote when I was 9? Yeah, I've been writing a tad longer and I wholly believe that what a HS teacher thinks of your writing is NOTHING to gauge yourself on. I won't say it because I'm too good to get into the competitive thing, but I'm still sitting there feeling like they just made my entire life's hobby/hopes into a joke.

And there you go! Right there in front of the kid, they've complimented them. I've never received praise in this family for my writing or for the fact that I play several instruments, one of them very well. No, the first compliment I get is for writing an editorial.

Basically, in order to keep myself from going insane, I have to shut myself down there, block myself from them. It's irritating to do this!

Example of things that annoyed me. "Mommy, I want a china plate." "The china ones are for the adults." "But I hate this stupid green one." "Ok, here" and she gives in and switches. The kid is almost 5! No one ever says no to her and means it - except hubby and myself which is why she's not really fond of us, I suppose. Gadzoooks.

Anyway, so I'm sitting there listening to the annoying ramblings of my family and I lean over and tell hubby I'm ready to go whenever he is because, oddly, his family's would have been better than this. At least they aren't allowed to get into fights around me anymore. {grin} So we left and went over there. They'd already eaten so we sat and ate our meals in peace and quiet. I don't know that I'd rather be where they fight than where they bury their feelings, but I know if I say crazy shit at his parent's, they'll just give me a dirty look. If I say it near my family, they'll then proceed to start talking behind my back about what a mess I've become, then everyone will call me up, constantly trying to "fix me".

Family. There is no way to win!






So, the little one is sick. I mentioned that in her journal, but I just went to give her medicine and now I'm annoyed. Hubby knew her symptoms and knew what medication we had in the house. It wasn't working so we went to buy something different. His mother's a nurse so he knows all about medicine. We couldn't agree on what to get because of her multi-symptoms (which, in order to soak the public I suppose, you can no longer buy multi-symp meds for kids so you have to buy 8 different kinds to be stocked up and you can't mix them, so good fucking luck making your kid feel better!) so when we had it narrowed, I got annoyed and said "Look, you figure it out." She was ornery and we had to get going so I went to pick up the other items we needed before leaving.

So, I'm looking at what he decided on. It wasn't one of the two we had it narrowed down to. Nope. It's something exactly like what we had only in a different brand.

Yeah, guess what? IT'S NOT WORKING!!! She's still coughing and has snot running everywhere. Lovely image, right? Yeah, well, even if I am a mom, I don't want snot all over my sleeve! {looks} EW!

And it sucks when your kid is sick because you want them to feel better. You want them to because you love them, sure, but you also want them to because while they are sick, they're whiny little bastards who can't shut the hell up or take a nap - which she just woke from after a whole 20 minutes - which is why I have to go... before getting my nap or the fireplace cleaned. {deep sigh}

That does me for today.