Thanksgiving Choices

I will apparently compromise for a Thanksgiving meal.  I’m easy like that. 

 See, in the past, we have always gone to my husband’s grandma’s for Thanksgiving lunch and then on to my parents for supper.  My husband’s grandma is not a very nice person.  Her own family complains about how rude she is and how often she hurts their feelings.  Additionaly, his family is very closed to outsiders.  So, when there are family get togethers I end up sitting on a couch or sitting outside staring off into space bored out of my mind.  Then, they do the family photos which only means the bloodline (lest you be confused).  This means that my kids and I sit off on the sidelines while all the family takes pictures.  That combined with his grandma singlehandedly ruining my 40th birthday party led to me deciding to never go to her house again. 

There was no ugly scene.  You will learn that I do not operate this way.  There will always just be something else going on that I must take care of or an illness if necessary.  It has worked a couple of times so far.  As you know, Thanksgiving is right around the corner.  I was mentally preparing my tactic to get out of lunch at his grandmas when my oldest daughter texts me that my parents are going out of town for Thanksgiving.   [cue brakes screeching sound]

Oh no!  I call my parents and they are, indeed, going to be gone.  They are going to see my brother in Florida.  This means that there will be no Thanksgiving meal for me.  When the reality sinks in I realize there is only one thing to do:

I’m going to my husband’s families’ Thanksgiving celebration.  [only because I think he would seriously be pissed at me if I asked him to bring me home some leftovers cause I already considered doing that]