I hate being the matriarch of the family. When mother in law officially stepped out of the role....thereby passing it down to me, I wanted to go run and hide. If I thought my role was bad before....now everything falls to me. Family problems, advice giving (when asked), caring for mother in law who refuses to move from her home, to the holidays.
And somehow........yah know, when adults I grew up with, and with mother in law, those who weren't giving the holiday meal not only helped prepare dishes, but they always helped with the clean up. Not one holiday went by when I didn't help mother in law as much as possible. Even when I was doing the majority of the cooking. I dread making the holiday meals because I know everyone is going to have an excuse to dump all of the clean up onto me.
Like......my Thanksgiving dishes are still in the sink waiting on me. God forbid anyone wash them knowing I was too involved studying to do it.
I hate the undecorating which I always have to do myself. I've come to hate the decorating which Nichole loves to start, then leave in the middle of, and leaves the rest for me to do alone.
I put an end to cookie baking at Nana's. easy child had assumed because I've always done it that it would continue forever I guess. But 2 years in a row of a huge mess and again no help with clean up......and I put a stop to it. I told both girls it's time for them to step into that role and bake with their kids. Once I get that firmly implanted into their brains I might do some baking with the grands, not before.
I hate that I just spent 2 weeks studying myself blue in the face for an exam I could've done just as well on if I'd spent that 2 weeks cleaning and relaxing.
Now I've got to catch up on cleaning again so we can get the tree up. Only to take it down again in 2 frimping weeks. ugh
Then the week of xmas is nuts as I have mother in law's birthday and Darrins birthday right along with xmas.
And now I've got to run out and buy the rest of the presents, get the kids and grands in Mo's sent off to them........... Oh, I'm not even sure I have any xmas spirit this year.
Darrin tried so hard to perk me up tonight. He begged me to watch The Year Without A Santa Claus with him. (he knows it's my favorite) And it didn't help much, but I did fake it for his sake.
Bah humbug!