Tis that time of year
Our turkey day was quite, which is a change to what I normally do. We all went to my cousins house for ham (with full blown ham-techinical-difficulties to boot) and all the fixins.
We have been wanting a flat screen tv for a long time, and have had our eye on a few for about as long. With all the sales, we thought we would indulge and buy one. But then my dad and sister got wind of this purchase, and the tribe was not happy. Apparently, when you have a child, all your time, energy and money should go to the kid. Forget getting someone to babysit for a half hour, yet alone spend $500 on a 40 inch tv that we have been researching and comparison shopping for months. Living here is like living in a democratic fishbowl: its difficult to do anything when everyone is here, and feels perfectly entitled to give their 2 cents, no matter what. And the fact that this is coming partly from my dad is laughable, considering how he spent money when he was raising us.
My pregnancy and now mommyhood has been one strange ride, and it makes me feel alone that I dont have my sister (and to some extent, my dad) to share it with, because it seems she has some major problem with me growing and birthing another human being. I have Nick, my cousins and friends to share it with, and they mean the world to me, but it just seems a little lackluster that my sister doesnt want to share this with me.
*sigh*
I had some ideas for poems and art projects, but I forgot them (as I tend to do ALOT these days) so I will have to remember them and blog later because dammit, they were REALLY cool!!!
We have been wanting a flat screen tv for a long time, and have had our eye on a few for about as long. With all the sales, we thought we would indulge and buy one. But then my dad and sister got wind of this purchase, and the tribe was not happy. Apparently, when you have a child, all your time, energy and money should go to the kid. Forget getting someone to babysit for a half hour, yet alone spend $500 on a 40 inch tv that we have been researching and comparison shopping for months. Living here is like living in a democratic fishbowl: its difficult to do anything when everyone is here, and feels perfectly entitled to give their 2 cents, no matter what. And the fact that this is coming partly from my dad is laughable, considering how he spent money when he was raising us.
My pregnancy and now mommyhood has been one strange ride, and it makes me feel alone that I dont have my sister (and to some extent, my dad) to share it with, because it seems she has some major problem with me growing and birthing another human being. I have Nick, my cousins and friends to share it with, and they mean the world to me, but it just seems a little lackluster that my sister doesnt want to share this with me.
*sigh*
I had some ideas for poems and art projects, but I forgot them (as I tend to do ALOT these days) so I will have to remember them and blog later because dammit, they were REALLY cool!!!