Every single year I try really hard to enjoy the holiday’s. But, every single year I am reminded why I hate the holiday’s.
“What time will you be here?” “How long were you over there?” “We don’t get enough time with you.”
I swear to God, I try so hard to enjoy them, but it’s never enough. There is never enough of us to go around. And I hate it. We are pulled in 800 million different directions and I absolutely hate it. And everyone wants us to be at the same place at the same time.
For me, the hate started when I was young. My parents got divorced when I was 4, so around 1992. Anyone with divorced parents can relate to the push and pull between parents for the holiday’s. Trust me, I know I’m not alone in this. In 1997, my grandparents (mom’s side) got divorced after 30ish years of marriage and my mom remarried, all in the same year. I can remember NEVER staying at home all day long and playing with my new toys. The meaning of holiday’s for me is always, go, go, go. At one time, we had 5 stops on Christmas Day. F I V E. That is absolutely fucking crazy and stupid. I’m sorry, but it is. I don’t blame my parents, we just have a big family. There is nothing anyone can do about that.
I feel as though I will never truly enjoy the holiday’s until I can stay at home all day long for them. I secretly want it snow asshole deep on Christmas just so I don’t have to go anywhere. I would 100% love that. That would be my ideal Christmas.
As Thanksgiving approaches, the time dividing and clock watching already begins. We have three places to go on Thanksgiving, my grandma’s (mom’s mom), my dad’s, then Scott’s parents. We do not even visit my step dad’s side of the family at all that day. We just don’t have enough time. We will literally spend 2 hours at each place. Dragging 2 kids to 3 different places for 2 hours a piece. It just already sounds terrible to me. Trying to manage two kids and allocate enough time to everyone is just not going to happen effectively. I don’t know what else to do. It sucks.
Christmas is a whole other story, but is actually better. As soon as Raelynn was born, I put my foot down. I refused to go all these different places. The problem for me is, no one was willing to budge their schedules. And I do get it. Things have been the same for so long, and now here I am with a kid, trying to change everything around. I would probably be mad at me too. But, I’m just not doing it. I refuse. My grandma (mom’s mom) was willing to change her schedule to accommodate us (everyone). She is very understanding. I believe she just enjoys spending time with all of us no matter what day it is. And I wish more people were like that. Last year, since we had the bigger house, my parents actually came over in the morning which helped us tremendously. Being able to let Raelynn sleep in a little bit and then be able to put her to sleep for her nap in her bed for an hour or so was nice. They are understanding as well. I think they were sad that we didn’t go to their house, but again, I think they were just happy to spend time with us.
Christmas for us looks like this: Weekend before, we go to my grandmas (mom’s mom), Christmas Eve we do my dad’s, Christmas Day we have our Christmas at the house, then my parents come over, then we go to Scott’s parents, then we go to my Papa Hermie’s house. And we don’t get home until late. Which sucks, but this year, I bet we will go home earlier because of Briar. Especially if we decide to skip naps.
It will be interesting this year to add Briar to the mix. This will be her first Christmas, but she will almost be a year old, so it will be a fun one! I was really hoping she would be walking by then, but it’s almost a month away and it’s not looking promising.
In short, if you’ve ever saw the movie “Four Christmas’s”, that’s why my life is like. If you haven’t and you are in a similar situation, I encourage you to watch it. It’s a comic relief for my reality.
Okay, I’m done bitching.
I”m not sure I will have anything interesting for you to read before Thanksgiving, so I hope everyone has a Happy Thanksgiving! Eat ALL the food! 🙂
–The Kentucky Momma