Holidays, NaBloPoMo 2011, The Family That...

Happy Belated Thanksgiving

I arrived home at 11:50pm last night feeling awfully sick to my stomach.  Between the late hour and feeling nauseated something had to give.  Unfortunately, that something was my daily post.  Sorry, readers!

I meant to post early on Thanksgiving Day, but instead spent the morning watching the Macy’s Day parade.  (I had always wanted to go see it in person and was able to achieve that a few years back.  I loved New York SO MUCH!)

Then it was time to gather up the food and head off to the in-laws house.  I figured I’d leave the family’s at a reasonable time and I’d be able to post my tantalizing tidbit after I got back.

The best laid schemes o’ mice and men

Gang aft a-gley;

And leave us naught but grief and pain

For promised joy.

-Robert Burns

On the one hand, the plans going astray mean that I must have enjoyed being with the family.  On the other hand, I’ve now lost all NaBloPoMo bragging rights.

One of the most interesting parts of the day? Observing the family members and their quirks and quibbles.  For example:

Aunt Ree – A mystery to me; she insists on buying anything and everything her kids want.  She thinks her daughter is her best friend.  Her son is a shiftless, out of control teen without the ambition to get a job whom she had to force to go to community college.  She let him take off with her car instead of his after our dinner because his was out of gas and he had no money.  She then complained for quite a while that she wouldn’t have enough gas to get to work until she gets paid next week.  She constantly makes poor decisions and relies on others to “rescue” her from them.

Aunt Bear – The control freak.  Her life was fine and she seemed happy until her two kids, Twister and Flower, came along.  I know she loves them, but she smothers and controls them to within an inch of their lives!  She can’t let them just be kids.  They must be geniuses.  They must constantly need her and be watched by her and also be PERFECT.  Sometimes, I really just want to go up to her and say – “Hey, back off.  You’re not the boss of everything in the world!  Your kids will be fine without you telling them what to do constantly!”.  For the kids’ sake (and her husband’s) I hope she learns to lighten up one day.  And I can give a first hand account of the negative effects of parental expectations of perfection (maybe more on that later).

Just a few tidbits from a day full of food, football, and family.

Family.  I love you, quirks and all.

Enjoy your holiday weekend and I’ll see you tomorrow, dear readers!

Holidays, The Family That...

A Day for Thanks (and Family Time)

Happy Thanksgiving, Dear Readers!  I hope you all enjoyed your day of family, excess, and gluttony; a truly American holiday!

I went over to my aunt’s and hung out with the in-laws, hubby, and another aunt (Antebellum).  We all stuffed ourselves and promptly entered a turkey coma.

I’ve never just adored kids – the way so many people I know do – however, I admit that I love seeing my cousin, Flower.  She’s two and shared a few terrible-two moments today.  Yet, she’s absolutely brilliant and fun.  I hope Flower can just hold onto that in spite of her parents and her sometimes crazy brother, Twister.  Everyone in the family suspects Twister to be autistic – or at the least ADD – yet his parents choose to remain blind to his “differences” despite repeated attempts at drawing their attention to it.

I swapped stories with Antebellum and the older cousins.  We made plans to visit Harry Potter land at Universal Islands of Adventure tomorrow.  I’m looking forward to it!  Hubby and I visited last month, but I’m totally game for some more HP goodness.  I’ll have someone to ride the coasters with as one of the cousins also enjoys them.  Yeay!

We then trekked over to another Aunt’s (by marriage) for Thanksgiving Round 2.  Is it just me or is it rude to stubbornly have Thanksgiving at your house even when you’ve been invited to attend another dinner earlier in the day?  I can understand having a separate feast for certain reasons (divorce, distance, time), but none of these apply here.  I definitely enjoyed myself less than normal by having to migrate during what would normally be post-pig-out social time.  As if that wasn’t enough, Thanksgiving Round 2 turned out to be the Thanksgiving of Discontent.  Aunt and the kids spent most of the afternoon arguing with each other.

Oh, the joys of family!