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thanksgiving
Nov. 3rd, 2007 08:28 pmI got a call from mom today regarding Thanksgiving.
I have come to dread the holiday season. Each year for the last three or four years or so, my mom has had to be in the hospital for one reason or another during christmas. I even had to take her to the emergency room one christmas eve.
The fact of the matter is, she always, ALWAYS bites off way more than she can chew for the holidays, and winds up neglecting her health. She does not seem to understand that she is no longer capable of the extravagant festivals that were our bread and butter while I was growing up... a lavish combination of distraction and apology from and regarding the quiet insanity we all lived in. Food and gifts replaced any genuine expressions of affection.
No matter how much we do, she always invents these little projects that she never tells anyone about, or sometimes she tells each of us a different thing she'll do and then tries to do all of them.
So when she asks me whether I'd prefer to eat at home for thanksgiving or eat out, my honest answer will always be that I'd rather eat at home, even if I have to do a lion's share of the cooking (and I generally do, apart from last year, which we spent at Patrick and Julies). But when eating out may be the only way to save everyone the drama of watching mom needlessly work herself to near-collapse, I'm awful tempted to capitulate and eat out.
I have come to dread the holiday season. Each year for the last three or four years or so, my mom has had to be in the hospital for one reason or another during christmas. I even had to take her to the emergency room one christmas eve.
The fact of the matter is, she always, ALWAYS bites off way more than she can chew for the holidays, and winds up neglecting her health. She does not seem to understand that she is no longer capable of the extravagant festivals that were our bread and butter while I was growing up... a lavish combination of distraction and apology from and regarding the quiet insanity we all lived in. Food and gifts replaced any genuine expressions of affection.
No matter how much we do, she always invents these little projects that she never tells anyone about, or sometimes she tells each of us a different thing she'll do and then tries to do all of them.
So when she asks me whether I'd prefer to eat at home for thanksgiving or eat out, my honest answer will always be that I'd rather eat at home, even if I have to do a lion's share of the cooking (and I generally do, apart from last year, which we spent at Patrick and Julies). But when eating out may be the only way to save everyone the drama of watching mom needlessly work herself to near-collapse, I'm awful tempted to capitulate and eat out.
