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Holidays. Yeah.
They get less and less fun the older I get.
My sister-in-law, J, really doesn't like them any more, because her mother lingered with renal cancer and died over the holiday season several years ago. She's always had depression issues, but now they get really, really bad between Thanksgiving and Christmas. To the point that if anyone but our immediate family is involved with holiday-type stuff, she just goes and hides. Generally, leaving me to handle everything. (Last year I spent all of Christmas Day in the kitchen. Yay.)
My brother, holder of the mighty MD, cannot. Get. It. Into. His Head. That this is a problem. He keeps insisting on saying (at the last minute), "Hey, so-and-so wants us to come over for Thanksgiving!" or "I'm inviting these 3 soldiers you don't know over for Christmas dinner!". It really messes her up, and then it makes the holidays even less fun for her than they are already. His daughter, the World's Best Niece, has tried to impress on him that this is a Bad Thing.
So guess what? He calls me up yesterday and says "Hey, we're having Thanksgiving dinner with (pharmacist we know)." I say, "I'd rather not; I don't know them and I can't spend all day hanging out with people I don't know. I have to get a huge amount of things done for the Wheatsville show." He whines but says OK. Then I come over, J is nowhere to be seen, and he's decided we're eating with strangers. When the WBN comes over, she backs me up. So we go have a (really excellent) lunch at Threadgills, get J a meal to go, and head home. My brother takes it all inside like a peace offering. I sure hope it worked.
I really, really hope he Gets It this year. I refuse to cook on Christmas again, I'm sorry.
My sister-in-law, J, really doesn't like them any more, because her mother lingered with renal cancer and died over the holiday season several years ago. She's always had depression issues, but now they get really, really bad between Thanksgiving and Christmas. To the point that if anyone but our immediate family is involved with holiday-type stuff, she just goes and hides. Generally, leaving me to handle everything. (Last year I spent all of Christmas Day in the kitchen. Yay.)
My brother, holder of the mighty MD, cannot. Get. It. Into. His Head. That this is a problem. He keeps insisting on saying (at the last minute), "Hey, so-and-so wants us to come over for Thanksgiving!" or "I'm inviting these 3 soldiers you don't know over for Christmas dinner!". It really messes her up, and then it makes the holidays even less fun for her than they are already. His daughter, the World's Best Niece, has tried to impress on him that this is a Bad Thing.
So guess what? He calls me up yesterday and says "Hey, we're having Thanksgiving dinner with (pharmacist we know)." I say, "I'd rather not; I don't know them and I can't spend all day hanging out with people I don't know. I have to get a huge amount of things done for the Wheatsville show." He whines but says OK. Then I come over, J is nowhere to be seen, and he's decided we're eating with strangers. When the WBN comes over, she backs me up. So we go have a (really excellent) lunch at Threadgills, get J a meal to go, and head home. My brother takes it all inside like a peace offering. I sure hope it worked.
I really, really hope he Gets It this year. I refuse to cook on Christmas again, I'm sorry.