Someone pass me the Mylanta...
It's the day after Thanksgiving. I'm horrified by the amount of food I consumed, despite my daughter.
S. was absolutely horrible yesterday. We arrived at my aunt's house for dinner and S. tends to get stressed out when her climate changes - loud TV, loud voices, the faces of relatives she hasn't seen in months all resulted in a meltdown that lasted the entire afternoon. Luckily my aunt has a den in the rear of the house where the babies were able to camp out, watch "Noggin" and be relatively undisturbed. And it came in waves -- she was teething too, chewing on her WHOLE hand the entire day. Little Dr. D was the life of the party, roaming around the house, giving everyone hugs and checking out all of my aunt's delicate little doodads all over the house. At some point, DH was ready to take S. home, and I refused. She's gotta learn how to deal with this shit, no? I was sitting at the dinner table, enjoying my meal when she began screaming bloody miurder about halfway through my meal. I pushed my meal away and went into the den. I was so frustrated - and concerned relatives kept asking, "What's wrong with her?" Well, fucked if I know.
The temps here have taken a nosedive - it was 24 degrees this morning. Brrrr... DH brought home the MIL and now he's off picking up my nephew to sleep over and getting my tires replaced. My tires are in such bad shape its like driving on baloney skins. I could see the treads. So he's getting the tires replaced so that I can make the drive to Long Island tomorrow in relative safety. I asked him if he was getting the tires balanced as well and he said "What's that?"...I'll take that as a no. So I explain why tires need to be balanced after they're replaced (thank God for my dad who raised me like the son he never had or I'd never know this crap) and DH responded - "Go get a job, make some money and then you can get your tires balanced". I'm fuming. I would never have done this shit to him when he was an out of work bum, drinking every single night and I was the breadwinner. What an asshole.
Today is Black Friday - one of the holiday traditions we used to have was shopping on Black Friday, and getting all the holiday shopping done in one day. We haven't done that in years -- with the advent of the Internet, why sit in traffic and fight the crowds when you can have things delivered right to your door? I'm too fucking old for that shit now anyway. When I was 20 it was fun, almost like we were going into combat. Nowadays I'd be getting into fights because someone stole my parking spot. And things have just gotten too scary - I saw on the news today people on line outside of a clothing store at 3am, waiting for them to open at 6am. One woman waited outside the store on Thanksgiving Day for it to close, just so that she could camp out and wait for the store to open the following day. Am I completely off my rocker, or is that a little nuts? Do you really need to be the first one into the store to score some fleece pullovers? Yikes.
Tomorrow we're off to my BILs house in Long Island for a birthday party. If S. pulls the same shit she did on Thanksgiving Day, I'm pulling up the tents and we're out of there. I mean it. I'm wondering if my dad has any Valium he can give me before tomorrow - something tells me I'm going to need it.
Changing things up this week with the Friday Feast - cause I gotta keep you crazy kids on your toes. Hope everyone is enjoying their weekend!
Appetizer
What did you look like when you were a teenager? - I was cute. I had Molly Ringwald hair. I dressed kind of preppy. I had the whole "librarian sex fiend" thing going.
Salad
Whose advice do you listen to? - My mom, and my friends
Soup
Name a book you would like to memorize. - "War and Peace" -- it sure would be impressive at dinner parties.
Main Course
How often are you sick? - Usually once or twice a year.
Dessert
Do you like or dislike change? - Hate it with a passion.
S. was absolutely horrible yesterday. We arrived at my aunt's house for dinner and S. tends to get stressed out when her climate changes - loud TV, loud voices, the faces of relatives she hasn't seen in months all resulted in a meltdown that lasted the entire afternoon. Luckily my aunt has a den in the rear of the house where the babies were able to camp out, watch "Noggin" and be relatively undisturbed. And it came in waves -- she was teething too, chewing on her WHOLE hand the entire day. Little Dr. D was the life of the party, roaming around the house, giving everyone hugs and checking out all of my aunt's delicate little doodads all over the house. At some point, DH was ready to take S. home, and I refused. She's gotta learn how to deal with this shit, no? I was sitting at the dinner table, enjoying my meal when she began screaming bloody miurder about halfway through my meal. I pushed my meal away and went into the den. I was so frustrated - and concerned relatives kept asking, "What's wrong with her?" Well, fucked if I know.
The temps here have taken a nosedive - it was 24 degrees this morning. Brrrr... DH brought home the MIL and now he's off picking up my nephew to sleep over and getting my tires replaced. My tires are in such bad shape its like driving on baloney skins. I could see the treads. So he's getting the tires replaced so that I can make the drive to Long Island tomorrow in relative safety. I asked him if he was getting the tires balanced as well and he said "What's that?"...I'll take that as a no. So I explain why tires need to be balanced after they're replaced (thank God for my dad who raised me like the son he never had or I'd never know this crap) and DH responded - "Go get a job, make some money and then you can get your tires balanced". I'm fuming. I would never have done this shit to him when he was an out of work bum, drinking every single night and I was the breadwinner. What an asshole.
Today is Black Friday - one of the holiday traditions we used to have was shopping on Black Friday, and getting all the holiday shopping done in one day. We haven't done that in years -- with the advent of the Internet, why sit in traffic and fight the crowds when you can have things delivered right to your door? I'm too fucking old for that shit now anyway. When I was 20 it was fun, almost like we were going into combat. Nowadays I'd be getting into fights because someone stole my parking spot. And things have just gotten too scary - I saw on the news today people on line outside of a clothing store at 3am, waiting for them to open at 6am. One woman waited outside the store on Thanksgiving Day for it to close, just so that she could camp out and wait for the store to open the following day. Am I completely off my rocker, or is that a little nuts? Do you really need to be the first one into the store to score some fleece pullovers? Yikes.
Tomorrow we're off to my BILs house in Long Island for a birthday party. If S. pulls the same shit she did on Thanksgiving Day, I'm pulling up the tents and we're out of there. I mean it. I'm wondering if my dad has any Valium he can give me before tomorrow - something tells me I'm going to need it.
Changing things up this week with the Friday Feast - cause I gotta keep you crazy kids on your toes. Hope everyone is enjoying their weekend!
Appetizer
What did you look like when you were a teenager? - I was cute. I had Molly Ringwald hair. I dressed kind of preppy. I had the whole "librarian sex fiend" thing going.
Salad
Whose advice do you listen to? - My mom, and my friends
Soup
Name a book you would like to memorize. - "War and Peace" -- it sure would be impressive at dinner parties.
Main Course
How often are you sick? - Usually once or twice a year.
Dessert
Do you like or dislike change? - Hate it with a passion.
posted by scrappintwinmom @ 12:58 PM
7 Comments:
At 1:15 PM,
rashbre said…
Amusing from Europe to think that the entire American nation probably has post Thanksgiving overindulgence syndrome at the moment! I'm impressed at the fast turn to thoughts of shopping and general organisation.
We Brits don't really have anything like this and ease towards the Christmas Day/Boxing Day period for our equivalent Turkey consumption.
Oh, and Michele sent me today.
Happy Thanksgiving.
rashbre
At 1:19 PM,
The Mistress of the Dark said…
Holidays are always hard on little ones. Heck, they're hard on big ones too. Yesterday was the first thanksgiving without a huge blowout at the supper table at my house. Amazing.
Here via Michele's.
At 2:30 PM,
Zephra said…
Your husband sounds like a jerk. I am so sick of being treated like I don't count because I don't bring in a pay check. Without me, this house would fall apart and DFC would take the kids. You r husbands comment to you just pissed me off. Get your tired balanced and bill your husband. Oh and about black friday...I would not wait in line at 3 in the morning for deals. I would rather pay more money than siffer in line with other nuts waiting for a deal that will most likely be sold out when I get there. That being said, I did it several years ago.
At 10:24 PM,
dena said…
I'm petrified of the entire Black Friday scene. I can't make those kinds of quick shopping decisions. I like to browse, think, browse, think, come back, leave and come back and buy.
I played Friday's Feast today too. Loved your answers.
visiting from michele's
At 11:33 AM,
Shannon akaMonty said…
I used to love Black Friday as well...now I hate shopping and hate crowds even more. I love you, internet shopping. ;)
ANd thanks for reminding me that I need to get new tires before the ice sets in around here... ;)
At 2:41 PM,
carmilevy said…
It's enough to prompt me to give up on holidays altogether. Life is stressful enough without having to deal with the compressed stress of celebrating with extended family.
I'm dreading the coming month!
At 10:52 PM,
carmilevy said…
Thanks for yet another compelling post.
I used to work for a company that made a big deal out of ensuring its employees "mastered change."
They put fancy posters up on every available wall and hired an expensive consulting firm to brainwash us all into repeating the company mantra on change.
You were praised for "accepting" change, and chastised for "resisting" it. Ultimately, it resulted in a group of people who were afraid to speak up and share their own perspectives. So-called yes-people were cheered. Those who could think for themselves were shunted off to the side.
I left the place a couple of years back after railing against the establishment for longer than I should have. I still feel sorry for those too afraid to quit.
Back from Michele's.
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