I sure wish my parents were alive. I want to look at them, well mostly Mom, with the frustration and exasperation of the holidays with teens, and for her to tell me it's perfectly normal. Every year I have this fantasy that it'll be all wonderful, with music on the stereo, and all of us happily cleaning and futzing and generally getting ready for the holiday. The reality is that my kids and husband just don't see the mess like I do. Bad? Wrong? Who's to decide. I think the difference is that when my in laws come, they won't notice how messy the family is, they'll notice how messy I let the house become.
It's always the Mom's fault. Even though the Mom works full time. We've still got a long way to go baby.
And once I'd like to hear a thank you from anyone here about the food I made. Yesterday I created cranberry cocktail meatballs, spinach balls, baked brie, a bleu cheese ball, etc. And I have 5 days of menus planned for 11 people to prepare in my "kitchenette". And today all I get is tsk tsk's because I didn't make an antipasti platter with pepperoncini, red peppers, and other Italian things.
If any of you out there still have your Mom, and she made anything, literally anything, for you at Christmas; or she made sure there was something under the tree for you; or she made the holidays merry even in simple little ways, do me a favor - go thank her profusely. Tell her how much you appreciate every little gesture.