So, how was your Turkey Day? Not too fraught with family issues, I hope. Ours seems to be, leading up to it, almost every year. This year’s drama I’ll leave out because it wasn’t my drama, but it was over by Tuesday; so other than some gentle ribbing the event itself, this year at my dad-in-law’s, was lovely.
Instead of drama, this was the year of the run-around. I felt like I was going in circles the week before – including an emergency trip to the hairdresser to tone down the hightlights he gave me that had people asking, “Is that permanent?” and (my favorite) “What did you do to your hair?” It was a bit reverse-tiger-striped. Glad to say it’s now russet highlights instead of tomato red/orange. I thought I wanted to be bolder with my hair; I guess I don’t.
The second half of the run-around was the actual weekend itself. Thursday with DB’s dad, Friday night with my mom and sisters two hours down shore (low level drama there for another post), going to shul Shabbat morning with the fam for my dad’s yahrtzheit, huge lunch then off to DB’s mom’s (one hour back north) for her 24-hour share of us. We’re very popular.
Sometimes my yetzer hara (evil inclination) says I don’t want to be so popular. I want to go to the crowded mall and walk around (no I don’t/yes I do/no I don’t). I want to slow down and veg and see The Muppets (I was vetoed by a grandma because “you can do that anytime”).
But I’m also glad that my kids got to see almost all their cousins this weekend, and got kissed and hugged by all their grandparents. It’s been a full weekend in so many ways, and how many of those do you really get in a year?