Last night the better-half got home after 10 after shopping and taking his mother to the grocery store. He hadn’t eaten so I made him a grilled cheese–I’m the queen of sandwiches but this was a basic grilled cheese and, by all accounts, quite yummy.
As we sat on the couch discussing how the plans have changed for parts of Christmas, I said tomorrow night when we go to M.’s this is what we’ll see:
An over-achiever with or without a new boy toy
An uncle droning on about cameras
Two aunts in the kitchen running around bickering and bossing anyone within earshot
Another uncle glad-handing like he’s running for office
The MIL wearing her Jackie O dark glasses
A husband of a cousin who goes upstairs to self-medicate (hey, share that stuff)
Three cousins ranging in age from high school to college who asked their dad if Frog and Goat were going to be there because otherwise they weren’t going
And, me sullen in the corner
Here’s how plans have changed and I feel a certain cosmic justice: we invited MIL to spend the Christmas Eve night with us, have breakfast and then we’d ferry her over to M.’s so they could eat again. Then the MIL broke bad on us and I didn’t think I could have her stay here but we never actually changed the plans. Then the MIL invited her sister and her husband to spend the night thereby breaking our plans. Now here’s the cosmic justice: the sister and husband are now spending the night at M.’s because her grown children said it just wouldn’t be the same if they didn’t spend the night at their house.
One last Bah Humbug, I ran into my parents yesterday at Kroger. My father is still not speaking to me. Whatever, dude.
