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No, No I Don't Feel Guilty
Nov. 15th, 2006 05:59 pmFor the past few years my Mom and I have been balloon handlers in the parade. It's fun, but more importantly, this is the thing my Mom and I do together. Everything else involves a crowd. It's something we alone share between us and I think that's immensely cool.
Every year my Aunt has my Dad's side of the family for Thanksgiving Dinner. They eat about an hour after the parade ends - about the time I'm emerging from the Lincoln Tunnel. Each year she tries to guilt me for not going there for dinner. It doesn't seem to matter that I've been up since 4:30 AM and am all sweaty or that Mr BEar is still at our house, an hour in the opposite direction. Each year I politely decline. Repeatedly. This year I got a little snarky about it.
Mr Bear and his Mon spend Thanksgiving at our house. His Dad and brother go hunting and Thanksgiving is their time together. They cook and plan their early hour Black Friday assault. I come home, shower and eat with them. Occasionally, Mr Bear's brother's girl friend will eat with us. It's low key and wonderful.
Mr Bear's family is insanely small and rather quiet compared to my loud, argumentative Italian brood. His mother has no interest in driving an hour North to eat dinner with a house full of very loud people. It's totally not an issue for me - this is their Mother-Son thing and it's cool. Actually, it's totally kizmet that it's the same day (so I'm not ditching a holiday with US, if you know what I mean).
I know, I'm venting but I'm just tired of my family, who come here twice a year, acting like I'm such a bad person for not driving up there for every birthday/holiday/invite. It's terrible to say but it was so much easier when I was in LA and no one expected me to be around. Yes, I missed them but really - enough with the guilt.
So, um.... let the Holiday Insanity begin.
Every year my Aunt has my Dad's side of the family for Thanksgiving Dinner. They eat about an hour after the parade ends - about the time I'm emerging from the Lincoln Tunnel. Each year she tries to guilt me for not going there for dinner. It doesn't seem to matter that I've been up since 4:30 AM and am all sweaty or that Mr BEar is still at our house, an hour in the opposite direction. Each year I politely decline. Repeatedly. This year I got a little snarky about it.
Mr Bear and his Mon spend Thanksgiving at our house. His Dad and brother go hunting and Thanksgiving is their time together. They cook and plan their early hour Black Friday assault. I come home, shower and eat with them. Occasionally, Mr Bear's brother's girl friend will eat with us. It's low key and wonderful.
Mr Bear's family is insanely small and rather quiet compared to my loud, argumentative Italian brood. His mother has no interest in driving an hour North to eat dinner with a house full of very loud people. It's totally not an issue for me - this is their Mother-Son thing and it's cool. Actually, it's totally kizmet that it's the same day (so I'm not ditching a holiday with US, if you know what I mean).
I know, I'm venting but I'm just tired of my family, who come here twice a year, acting like I'm such a bad person for not driving up there for every birthday/holiday/invite. It's terrible to say but it was so much easier when I was in LA and no one expected me to be around. Yes, I missed them but really - enough with the guilt.
So, um.... let the Holiday Insanity begin.
