That’s what this Thanksgiving is for me…. STRESSFUL! I stress enough as is; can’t I get a break on Thanksgiving???
This year David and I get the absolute joy of traveling hours to another state with our four kiddos to spend the holiday with David’s family. Now, there’s a certain amount of stress involved with any Busch family gathering… for me at least. It’s no secret; I’m not their ideal daughter-in-law. I don’t blame them, not really. It’s just that we’re from two different universes and unfortunately neither side can quite understand the other. I’d love a perfect in-law relationship, but I’ve accepted that just isn’t going to happen. For the most part we’re polite. I have nothing but respect for most of them. I’m glad for my mother-in-law and all she does, like watching my boys. But yeah, there’s never going to be a strong bond there… it’s sad I know, and it’s our differences that gives me so much stress when I’m around them.
See, I’m just me… I cuss and drink and I’ve done drugs and had many sexual partners and love talking about sex and love having sex and don’t hide when I’m upset or pissed and I’m not perfect and I like being a bit out there, a bit provocative if you will and I like PDA and I don’t lie or pretend my life is so grand all the damn time and my kids are not only my responsibility, they’re also my husband’s and I wear my heart on my sleeve and I can be too sensitive and sometimes I cry for no damn good reason and I talk about whatever the fuck is on my mind and I’m not some chick who loves shopping and I hate sports and I will speak my mind about what I hate and I’m sarcastic and I can be a super bitch and I love crude humor and I love crude movies and I believe in God, but I’m not some submissive super Christian woman… My marriage has its faults, but we love each other deeper than any of his family will ever comprehend. My marriage is a partnership, not a dictatorship. My marriage is full of sarcastic humor and play fights, that some misconstrue as something else. I admit, I’m way addicted to and not great at sharing my husband… Well, this is some of what causes tension when I’m around David’s family.
Usually when we visit with them it’s for a short period of time, a matter of hours. When we go for Thanksgiving we’ll be staying overnight and such. It’s hard enough to bite my tongue and be ultra-polite during shorter visits… OMG I don’t know how I’m gonna deal over Thanksgiving! And it’s not just gonna be David’s family, there’s also supposed to be a bunch of strangers there. I’ve been stressed about feeling like an outcast there, about where we’re gonna sleep there (sounds trivial, but it’s important after driving hours and hours), about where the kids will sleep, keeping up with our shit, and hoping our kids don’t run amuck… Not to mention stress over the drive in our not always trusty minivan. Oh, and missing out on seeing my extended family…. Yeah, maybe I’m being whiny, whatever!
This isn’t just because of his family either… Like I hate, really really hate staying overnight at people’s houses. I don’t care if it’s my bestest friend or one of my family members, I’d much rather be in my own damn bed. I’m picky like that! I like being able to wake up in my home, shit in my own toilet, and shower in my own fucking shower! I feel so uncomfortable in other people’s homes… you could be the nicest most welcoming person in the world and I’d still feel so extremely uncomfortable staying in your home. Now hotels are something totally different… I’m paying to stay there, then it becomes my place till I check out.
And have I mentioned how much I love sex????? So, nope don’t care where the hell I’m at, still gotta have sex with the hubs. If that means we gotta sneak out for a fun minivan fuck we’re still getting the job done… This does however create a whole new level of stress for me…. I’m not fucking going without because we’re visiting family…. Sorry to the Busch’s!
And as insane as this may sound, if by any chance there’s any issue with my hubs or a certain family member…. Well usually I’ll just hope in the mini and drive off the tension. How the hell am I going to drive off tension in unfamiliar territory?????
After all my reasoning for stressing to the max you may be wondering why on Earth I agreed to this. Well, otherwise I would have been viewed as the devil wife… I’m really trying to get along with these people and I do love my hubby and otherwise he won’t get to see his brother for a long ass time… So I’m sucking it up… Doesn’t mean my stress level isn’t thru the damn roof!
Oh….. Annnnnd we stopped smoking yet again…. Worst possible fucking time to quit smoking ever!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Btw… only thing worse than being stuck in another state with strangers and in-laws… a post-Thanksgiving dinner with my mom (oh please shoot me now!).
I do so wish everyone a glorious Happy Thanksgiving!!!! Even though I’m stressing, I’m so very happy I will be spending Thanksgiving with the people that mean the mostest… David, Kels, Chaser, Caleb, and Micah Man!!!!!!!!!!!! I’m very very very thankful for my fam J
