So, yeah, it's Thanksgiving. That god awful day a year when you spend all day cooking and cleaning in preparation to see the relatives that you otherwise don't have anything to do with and don't particularly care for and I hate every minute of it.
Dad made arrangements for us to go to my grandma's today to have dinner w/her and his older brother and his family and we don't associate w/his older brother. Well, mom and I spent all last night cooking food to bring to help my grandma out and they showed up w/a bunch of uninvited guests and not so much as a 2-litre of soda, but I'll get to that.
I was up at 8 this morning, showered, dressed, and was downstairs by 9 and by 9:30 I had been yelled at a dozen times. Mom yelled at me for not doing something, Dad yelled at me for doing something wrong, they both yelled at me b/c I was in the way, I had both of them yelling at me while I was trying to talk on the phone to my uncle Rob and then I got yelled at b/c I didn't convey a message when, when I had Rob talking to me, my bro yelling at me, my dad yelling at me, and then my mom down the hall in the back room yelling at me to tell Rob something, can you blame me that I 1. didn't get the message and 2. couldn't hear a damn thing from anyone at all? And THEN I get yelled at for not listening. I was already fed up w/the damn fucking holiday before I'd even left the friggin' house!!!
Well we finally get on the road and have to turn around b/c my dad realized he didn't feed the cat so while my mom, me, and my bro sit in the car and he feeds the cat, my mom tells my brother to go into MY car and get MY ipod transmitter (w/o asking me if it's okay) so they can listen to music which he does and guess whose ipod gets plugged into MY transmitter? Not mine. I'm already annoyed at getting yelled at so this just pisses me off even more.
So after getting yelled at repeatedly this morning, having my mom and my bro commandeer my ipod transmitter (which IS mine, I bought it w/MY money), I had to sit cramped into the back of my dad's truck for 2 1/2 fucking hours and listen to hip hop. I HATE hip hop!!!!!!!
Well we finally get to granma's and I'm already fed up w/the whole damn day and I gotta deal w/the family. Now, my dad's older brother and his family don't ever acknowledge our existence. I don't think I've actually seen them in at least 4 years. They never call, never write, they never attend any majour family event (my granma had to threaten them w/disownment to get them to send me a CARD when I graduated high school), but on the flip side, they expect us to come and celebrate every time one of my cousin's bastard children takes a shit.
Now, we usually spend the holidays w/my mom's family b/c they actually care about us, but that's besides the point. While my mom and I spent all last evening cooking to help my granma, they show up w/o so much as a 2-litre of soda but w/a bunch of uninvited guests in tow, several of which, my granma didn't even know!!! Well, after the initial greetings, they went off into the den and did their own thing while my family just sat there and had to deal w/my cousin Diana's obnoxious bastard children.
She's got Taylor, whose 3 or 4, and Buddy, whose almost 2, I think, and she doesn't discipline them AT ALL!!! She completely ignores them unless they get right up in her face and they are loud and obnoxious and rambunctious. They chased my granma's poor cat, Cleo. At one point, Taylor jumped on the cat, at another point, we had to yell at her for climbing on top of the mantle and damaging a bunch of family heirlooms and where's her mother, Diana? In the kitchen, stuffing her face.
At one point, I got up to munch on some crackers while granma was finishing making dinner and my aunt Sandra comes up to me and I'm the 2nd oldest of the grandkids, Diana's 23, her brother Jeffrey and I are both 21 (we're only a few weeks apart and Jeffrey's in jail atm), and then my younger cousin, Crysta, is 19 and she showed up w/her 27 y/o bf.
Well, this is the first time since she got there that Sandra talks to me and what does she ask me? She wants to know if I'm driving yet!!!! I looked at her like "are you fucking serious?" and I was like "Sandra, I'm 21, you need to go ask my brother that question" and she was like "oh, you are? Wow. Well, time flies, don't it?" I told my mom and she was like "seriously?" and I was like "seriously" and needless to say, my mom didn't want to be there any more then I did and she was none to pleased.
Finally, after an excruciating wait, dinner is ready but there's no room at the dinner table for us, b/c of Jeff and his family and all their unwanted guests so where do we sit? Separate from everyone else, in the living room, around the fold-out table from the trunk of the car. Our chairs? White lawn chairs we brought from home. I couldn't believe that we had to bring our own table and chairs for dinner!!!! How fucked up is that?!?!?! My mom was like "might as well have brought my own table cloth and centerpiece as well".
After dinner, everyone sort of migrated to the living room where we were still set up around our little table and they sort-of talked to us, mostly b/c they were talking around us and couldn't avoid us interjecting into the conversation.
We finally called it a day and left around 3 to which I got to ride back home, cramped into the back of my dad's truck, and again, listening to my bro's ipod on MY transmitter and while I'm home now, it was an overall excruciatingly painful day and I have a splitting migraine from all the screaming and squalling and carrying on from the bastard children and just from the stress of all the shit today, it just seemed like one thing after another.
I refuse to do it again at Christmas. Fuck. That. Ba-hum-BUG!!!!
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