Don't mind me. I'm just venting. Feel free to skip this one altogether.
I was just reading a friend's blog about family "stuff" during the holidays. We all have it, don't we? Lest anyone think life here is as picture perfect as my Christmas letter (bahaha - I didn't report any surgeries of the past year, business failures or the like in it) ...... here's a little Christmas Day soundbite:
Phone rings at 10:00 am -- DH answers, it's my mother calling to ask "are we still invited to dinner?". He relays message to me across the room. Me: "She keeps asking that. Why does she keep asking that?" (she asked no less than 6 times in the past 2 weeks) Him to her, said
with humor in his voice: "5th Wheel says you keep asking that ... yes, you are.
(then HE adds) But if you ask onnnne morrrrre time ... I don't think you will be. (wink, wink)" They both chuckle and hang up.
Fast forward 5 hours -- she shows up (sniffly/crying) but step-dad doesn't come. Says he has a headache.
The next day, an email. She says step-dad thought my comment was rude and disrespectful, so didn't want to come to dinner. And she agrees with him.
I reply -- telling her that I know her hearing isn't good, and that RV made that comment, NOT me! Also mentioned that his tone and timing was important to note - he is ALWAYS cracking jokes. Always. Anyone who knows him, knows that. I happen to love his sense of humor. It was a j-o-k-e.
Which in turn got a reply from her: "fyi, I did laugh at RV's comment!". And then there was stepdad's email reply "a sense of humor is certainly essential." Hunh? Mmmm, ok then, someone please tell me what I missed. Why all the drama? I didn't think it was anything to get all bent out of shape about, but maybe that's just me?
So ... here I am - in the
very familiar doghouse. And that, my dear, is the way Christmas Day always ends up around here. Oh the joys!
Did I forget to mention that if either of my boys had said that - boy howdy, THAT would have been funny! I'm talkin' knee-slappin' funny. And there would have been NO repercussions. What-so-ever. Yep, they play by a different set of rules, that's for certain. The more brutally honest they are, the more she worships & adores them, because they say what's on their mind. However, I am fully expected to keep my mouth shut at all times. Especially if I don't happen to agree with her. Eggshells - they're not all they're cracked up to be. And stepdad doesn't call her "The Commander" for nuthin! You'd think I'd know that by now.
Now, as I look over this whole incident, I surely don't think it was worth all the broohaha that it created (and believe me, there's still more brewing). Then again, I didn't think so at the time, either. In fact, the word ridiculous comes to mind.
"It's the most wonderful time of the year ...... lalalala ...... BE OF GOOD CHEER!"
Mmmmm, I've been thinking - maybe Christmas in Maine might be a nice change of pace for next year. Hello, Dad??? ;-) The boys HAVE ALWAYS wanted a WHITE CHRISTMAS!!!!