Ah, yes. Coming into my favorite time of year (and yes, I am being sarcastic - this is the most trying time of the year). Once again, there's the whole fight over who's parents we will spend T-giving with and who's P's we will spend Christmas with. Keep in mind that both sets of parents live within a four-mile radius of our house. This really shouldn't be this hard, should it?
But now that we have Aimee it's even harder.
Usually my family has a BIG shin dig up in Denver at my uncle's house. However, this year they decided to go to my aunt's family instead of having the party (smart woman). So I am having Thanksgiving at our house. Now, I don't mind the cooking, cleaning - none of that bothers me at all. What bugs me is that I am getting the whole "Who are we inviting" thing and when I said "Everybody, of course" I get whiplash back from that.
My hubby's mother doesn't want to do dinner with us, she wants it at her house so that the dog can come in the house (I refuse to let my brother in law's dog inside our home - it's bigger than my daughter and dogs just should not be allowed inside in my book - period) so the fighting has already begun. Why can't things just be easy?
Why does this have to happen on every holiday, every birthday, every anniversary? I have to say I am really beginning to hate the holidays.
Bring on New Year's - I will need a good, stiff drink (or ten or twelve) by then.
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Yeah, that definitely qualifies as annoying.
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YOu could move back to Seattle. If you're not there, no argument about which place to go. ;~D YOu could all go to my cousin's with me fot T-giving and for Christmas, we'd have cheap Chinese with Miss E and ditch everyone. K
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