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Okay, so when did I turn into the bitch that stole Christmas, that's all I want to know.
Every year, we go to my maternal Grandmother's house on Christmas Eve. Slightly blah, very cheesy, but as firmly rooted into my Christmas routine as Santa and gingerbread.
This year, I am sans spouse, who has missed the last three family get together's we've had due to work. So it's me, fending off my family. Most of which are cool, but my grandmother is deeply religious.
Well, there are alot of grandkids these days, and my grandmother seemed a bit agitated and decided the kids would sit "here" the adults would sit "there" and everyone would be quiet for the reading of the story of the birth of Jesus.
Nice in theory, but not happening in real life. Especially not with my autistic son. My grandmother also announced that the children would be opening their presents one at a time going from the youngest to the oldest. Well, I remember being forced to do that when I was younger, and I remember it sucking. She said all the chaos of last year upset her. I opened my mouth to protest and was quickly silenced by a look from my mother and thoroughly chastized by my grandmother. (the men just sort of sat real still and quiet, probably thinking about the beer they couldn't be drinking)
So my son won't sit still and when the story's over, the singing commences, which causes my son to run into another room and slam the door. I go after him and just start bawling.
So I bitch a bit to one of my cousins (who agrees it's rough to be asking so much from the kids) and then we're informed it's present time. I guess I just felt like there are enough places I feel like I can't go because of my son, and I didn't want my grandmother's house to top the list.
The kids do great, and everything went smoothly, but I just couldn't shake the feeling that everyone was looking at me like I was evil for trying to contradict my Grandmother. So now I'm feeling like maybe I was being a bitch about it, and I start to feel bad and embarassed. So what it boiled down to was I wanted to get the heck out of there, right now.
Why does Christmas have to be about stress and buying things for people you don't really like? Can I just curl up in bed and wake up for New Year's? Will I ever learn to keep my big mouth shut and just go with the flow? Tune in tomorrow, when I have to go to my parents house and see. Same bitch time, same bitch channel.
Every year, we go to my maternal Grandmother's house on Christmas Eve. Slightly blah, very cheesy, but as firmly rooted into my Christmas routine as Santa and gingerbread.
This year, I am sans spouse, who has missed the last three family get together's we've had due to work. So it's me, fending off my family. Most of which are cool, but my grandmother is deeply religious.
Well, there are alot of grandkids these days, and my grandmother seemed a bit agitated and decided the kids would sit "here" the adults would sit "there" and everyone would be quiet for the reading of the story of the birth of Jesus.
Nice in theory, but not happening in real life. Especially not with my autistic son. My grandmother also announced that the children would be opening their presents one at a time going from the youngest to the oldest. Well, I remember being forced to do that when I was younger, and I remember it sucking. She said all the chaos of last year upset her. I opened my mouth to protest and was quickly silenced by a look from my mother and thoroughly chastized by my grandmother. (the men just sort of sat real still and quiet, probably thinking about the beer they couldn't be drinking)
So my son won't sit still and when the story's over, the singing commences, which causes my son to run into another room and slam the door. I go after him and just start bawling.
So I bitch a bit to one of my cousins (who agrees it's rough to be asking so much from the kids) and then we're informed it's present time. I guess I just felt like there are enough places I feel like I can't go because of my son, and I didn't want my grandmother's house to top the list.
The kids do great, and everything went smoothly, but I just couldn't shake the feeling that everyone was looking at me like I was evil for trying to contradict my Grandmother. So now I'm feeling like maybe I was being a bitch about it, and I start to feel bad and embarassed. So what it boiled down to was I wanted to get the heck out of there, right now.
Why does Christmas have to be about stress and buying things for people you don't really like? Can I just curl up in bed and wake up for New Year's? Will I ever learn to keep my big mouth shut and just go with the flow? Tune in tomorrow, when I have to go to my parents house and see. Same bitch time, same bitch channel.