Thursday, November 24, 2005

Holiday Shmoliday bla bla bla. . .

At what point do holidays stop being days we look forward to and start becoming the dreaded days?
I feel sort of bad about his. I guess I feel sort of selfish. I mean, everyone needs a piece of you and you give all this time and travel and energy, and what part do you have left to enjoy? Then of course there is the whole part about feeling guilty. "What if we spend 5.6 hours with one side of the family and 8.3 with the other? Will the 5.6 side be offended?" Blah, blah, blah. I have been with my husband for 6 years now, and this whole thing should be figured out by now, right? Wrong. It causes more stress now than ever since there is a little person involved. I sometimes just wish there was a rule book for the married couple. It would read something like this...
1. Holidays with that end with -day are strictly optional. You don't feel like participation, don't.
2. You got a kid? You decide how you want to celebrate with your child.
3. Starting your own traditions are very important! No questions asked.
4. etc. etc.

I have been scouring every book store to find such a handbook, but no such luck. Until then, you can find me at the butcher. You want a piece of me too? There is an ass muscle that hasn't been claimed yet and is up for grabs!

Scrooge
-signing off

2 comments:

Christy J said...

I hear ya. I made myself very CLEAR this year: We are not going anywhere once my house is done. Thanksgiving, my house. Christmas, my house. Birthdays, my house. Weekends, my house. My house, my kid, my family, again, my house.

Ms. Mamma said...

It's so hard because you have to remember they ALL really do care for you. In my family my dad always went to his parents and my mom went to her family. I guess it worked for them. Now we have this teensie little family and I really long for those huge family gatherings. Be glad that Mason has such a caring family on both sides. Take lots of deep cleansing breaths...