Thanksgiving Day I did so well. Smiled the whole way through even up to the time I went to bed. It really was a good day. The next morning just went downhill, though, and I haven't been able to kick it since.
I could blame it on that joke of a group my husband calls a family (Grandma excluded). She called Friday to tell him what all he had missed the day before. She means no harm by it... just talking about everything like she always does. The short of the story is he stood up to an abusive father long ago and has since been the black sheep of the family. I tell him they're like the mafia without the drugs or money. Seriously. You go against the godfather, you go against the whole family. That's how we ended up where we are now... a firstborn son trying to make amends with his dying (well, that's what we were told, but it turned out not to be true) father. We moved nine hundred miles to be with family that had no intention of being our family.
And then the housing market fell. Talk about bad timing.
I could blame my mood on the instant pressure to shop that immediately follows Thanksgiving. This time of year always brings up the how in the world are we going to do this anyway feeling. I even had a tough time decorating yesterday. Thank the Lord for my girl. I knew she was counting on it, so we had no choice but to go into action. And then the oldest took it upon himself to decorate the front porch (even when I told him we could just skip it this year). After it was all said and done, I had to admit that it just felt better to see the tree in all its glory. Something about pulling out those handmade ornaments from long ago reminded me of the family we are building now. Not to mention the fact that I realized that the number of years those same ornaments will by on my tree is severely limited... where has the time gone?
Yeah, and I miss my mom. It's that Saturday thing again.
Sometimes it stinks being the grown-up. If I could hide out in my room and not have to think about supper or laundry or breakfast for the morning, this would be the time I would do it. My mom says I'm the glue that holds the family together. Sometimes I think that glue is getting ready to crack. So much for being the grown-up.
Pretty sad, huh? How one person go from the perfect day to this is just a tad bit pathetic, in my opinion. And yet, that is where I am at. Love it or hate it, life never seems to run at the same pace. My dad was talking the other day about paths that take you off the road you should be traveling on. My path has most definitely made a detour on the woe-is-me dead end. I suppose I better turn around.
There are other things to think about: a girl in a school play, a son turning seventeen, a boy and his stump (now that will be a great story!). We have a new baby to shop for this year and a much anticipated trip home just around the corner. And, since I'm looking on the brighter side of things, if my clothes are always feeling like they have shrunk in the dyer, well... I guess that's a pretty good reason to go shopping for myself. There are worse things in life.
At least my family likes me.
2 comments:
"A boy and his stump" got my attention. I'm picturing all the scenarios. Tree stump? Stump where a leg or arm was lost????
Haha! It is a tree stump! The main theme? A boy, his grades, and a stump. If he has it out today, we'll soon have a picture and a story to go along with it.
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