Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Recovering
Christmas hell has passed, thank goodness. Queen did change her phone number, but has "allowed" me and Mr. Honey to have it. Queen and Queen-to-be still not speaking. Hate each other. I think there is some serious unresolved jealousy issues there.
Did make it on the 26th to see my Mom because the weather turned bad, but my son and I are making that trek today. There is nothing to do at my Mom's. She is 85 years old, has macular degeneration but remarkably lives alone still. Son will be very bored, so he will be reading a lot. That's a good thing. I encourage reading for all!
Hope anyone reading this had a better Christmas than I did. I can't wait to have grandchildren so I can teach them all kinds of shit to take home and punish their parents. heheh
Did make it on the 26th to see my Mom because the weather turned bad, but my son and I are making that trek today. There is nothing to do at my Mom's. She is 85 years old, has macular degeneration but remarkably lives alone still. Son will be very bored, so he will be reading a lot. That's a good thing. I encourage reading for all!
Hope anyone reading this had a better Christmas than I did. I can't wait to have grandchildren so I can teach them all kinds of shit to take home and punish their parents. heheh
Sunday, December 26, 2010
The day after Christmas and all through the house
not a creature is moving except my fingers on the mouse.
So, Christmas is supposed to be a happy time. My little family missed the memo. Let's rewind to Christmas eve. I have a 25-year old daughter, who was married in August. I also have a 21-year old daughter and a 15 year old son.
Christmas eve was planned, Queenie (25 yo) was coming over to open presents. Said she would call me when she got up. At 1:30 in the afternoon I call her, and apparently wake her ass up. To her defense, she is a social worker and has a stressful job, removing kids from homes, sometimes on Christmas eve at all hours. Anyway she was quite the bitch to me when I called. Told me she was sleeping, didn't feel well and wouldn't be over Christmas eve, to carry on without her.
So, that's what we did. About 8:30 that night, she texts me to bitch me out because we opened some presents without her. That's our tradition, open presents on Christmas eve. Fast forward to Christmas day. Queenie and her new husband arrive around 3:00 in the afternoon. We had waited to have our Christmas family meal until they got there. Of course we were all starving. So things move along....We eat, we open presents. Queenie starts to tease her brother until she brings him to tears. He's not a fighter and she's somewhat of a bully at times.
So things are moving smoothly....Mimosas had started to settle in and I felt a strong urge for a nap. At 5:30 I tell everyone I'm going to my room for a bit and will be back. Next thing I know, Queenie has packed up her presents and husband and two dogs and they leave. I had left my phone in the kitchen, and apparently Queenie was blasting me with shitty texts because I went to my room to lie down for a bit. Queen-to-be, our 21-year old, intercepts my phone and text messages and all of Christmas hell breaks loose.
Queen-to-be says she is not going to let Queen upset me on Christmas day with her texts and she deletes them. Nice gesture, but leave my friggin phone alone. So the two of them get into this massive text argument, over and over, until they start forwarding me each others texts. I really didn't need to have that crap on Christmas day.
Next thing I know, Queenie is telling me how much she hates her family, that we are never there for her -- so untrue, she has basically shut us out of her life in the last year -- she hates her sister, thinks her brother is a 15 year old jerk. Who isn't a jerk at 15, I ask??
This shit goes on until 9:30 p.m. until I am in tears. Mr. Honey is mad because they've managed to upset me. Mr. Honey has his faults, but he is my biggest defender. Next thing I know, Queen says she is changing her phone number, wants nothing else to do with any of us, and that we have ruined her Christmas! I am without words over all of this, no idea how to deal with it or what to say or do. So I go to bed, hoping, like Scarlett O'Hara, after all tomorrow is another day.
Yes, this is the same child that I spoiled rotten and loved every minute of her life, hung mobiles in my office to keep her close to me, and tried to do everything right that a mother could do. This child got the best years of my mothering.
Well, today we are to trek to another city to see my 85 year old mother, who too worships the ground Queenie walks on. You see, Queenie was the next grandchild after a 17 year hiatus in children being born in our family. She was loved, worshiped and spoiled by all. Queenie has refused to join us in seeing her grandmother. And, when I get up this morning, I see her post on Facebook that she has a new phone number, of which I am not privy to.
What the heck did I do wrong? Only have more children is how I see my error. Queenie has always been jealous of her sister. They are different in many ways. Queenie is an over-achiever, and Queen-to-be is not, she just does what she has to to get by sometimes. Very different women.
So that's my Christmas story. Mr. Honey is sleeping and snoring loudly. The boy is exhausted from playing all of his new X box games and still sleeping. Queen-to-be woke up yesterday to a wisdom tooth coming in -- looks like surgery for her 21st birthday -- and me? I am exhausted and feel like a river of tears is just waiting to burst that dam behind my eyes.
Next year I think Mr. Honey & I will just leave town and let them have their own Christmas.
So, Christmas is supposed to be a happy time. My little family missed the memo. Let's rewind to Christmas eve. I have a 25-year old daughter, who was married in August. I also have a 21-year old daughter and a 15 year old son.
Christmas eve was planned, Queenie (25 yo) was coming over to open presents. Said she would call me when she got up. At 1:30 in the afternoon I call her, and apparently wake her ass up. To her defense, she is a social worker and has a stressful job, removing kids from homes, sometimes on Christmas eve at all hours. Anyway she was quite the bitch to me when I called. Told me she was sleeping, didn't feel well and wouldn't be over Christmas eve, to carry on without her.
So, that's what we did. About 8:30 that night, she texts me to bitch me out because we opened some presents without her. That's our tradition, open presents on Christmas eve. Fast forward to Christmas day. Queenie and her new husband arrive around 3:00 in the afternoon. We had waited to have our Christmas family meal until they got there. Of course we were all starving. So things move along....We eat, we open presents. Queenie starts to tease her brother until she brings him to tears. He's not a fighter and she's somewhat of a bully at times.
So things are moving smoothly....Mimosas had started to settle in and I felt a strong urge for a nap. At 5:30 I tell everyone I'm going to my room for a bit and will be back. Next thing I know, Queenie has packed up her presents and husband and two dogs and they leave. I had left my phone in the kitchen, and apparently Queenie was blasting me with shitty texts because I went to my room to lie down for a bit. Queen-to-be, our 21-year old, intercepts my phone and text messages and all of Christmas hell breaks loose.
Queen-to-be says she is not going to let Queen upset me on Christmas day with her texts and she deletes them. Nice gesture, but leave my friggin phone alone. So the two of them get into this massive text argument, over and over, until they start forwarding me each others texts. I really didn't need to have that crap on Christmas day.
Next thing I know, Queenie is telling me how much she hates her family, that we are never there for her -- so untrue, she has basically shut us out of her life in the last year -- she hates her sister, thinks her brother is a 15 year old jerk. Who isn't a jerk at 15, I ask??
This shit goes on until 9:30 p.m. until I am in tears. Mr. Honey is mad because they've managed to upset me. Mr. Honey has his faults, but he is my biggest defender. Next thing I know, Queen says she is changing her phone number, wants nothing else to do with any of us, and that we have ruined her Christmas! I am without words over all of this, no idea how to deal with it or what to say or do. So I go to bed, hoping, like Scarlett O'Hara, after all tomorrow is another day.
Yes, this is the same child that I spoiled rotten and loved every minute of her life, hung mobiles in my office to keep her close to me, and tried to do everything right that a mother could do. This child got the best years of my mothering.
Well, today we are to trek to another city to see my 85 year old mother, who too worships the ground Queenie walks on. You see, Queenie was the next grandchild after a 17 year hiatus in children being born in our family. She was loved, worshiped and spoiled by all. Queenie has refused to join us in seeing her grandmother. And, when I get up this morning, I see her post on Facebook that she has a new phone number, of which I am not privy to.
What the heck did I do wrong? Only have more children is how I see my error. Queenie has always been jealous of her sister. They are different in many ways. Queenie is an over-achiever, and Queen-to-be is not, she just does what she has to to get by sometimes. Very different women.
So that's my Christmas story. Mr. Honey is sleeping and snoring loudly. The boy is exhausted from playing all of his new X box games and still sleeping. Queen-to-be woke up yesterday to a wisdom tooth coming in -- looks like surgery for her 21st birthday -- and me? I am exhausted and feel like a river of tears is just waiting to burst that dam behind my eyes.
Next year I think Mr. Honey & I will just leave town and let them have their own Christmas.
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