Thanksgiving Recaplet

The only way I know to describe my holiday weekend is stressful. It is to be expected when you have days and days of focusing on family. I’ll begin with Thanksgiving Day. We went to my mom’s and all of my siblings were there. I have twelve siblings so when you factor in their spouses and families it is an outrageous number of people. Besides the fact that one of my sisters is completely and utterly crazy, our Thanksgiving celebration with my family went well.

Mrs. Awesome and I were the drama creators for her extended family on her mother’s side (confusing right?). We refused to go to their Thanksgiving celebration. Mrs. Awesome had a falling out with her aunts about seven months ago now. Since then I think we’ve been around them maybe twice in that time. This is down to seeing them about two weekends a month. Now, we only visit her grandmother when we are certain none of her aunts are around. The aunts and the witch-in-law were spitting fire angry that we chose not to go. I’m sure they talked about us like we are the scum of the Earth, but I don’t really care.

I’ll skip ahead until Saturday because Friday wasn’t eventful at all. Saturday the witch-in-law was supposed to make Thanksgiving dinner for Mrs. Awesome and her siblings, but she woke up sick so it was decided to just put it on hold until this weekend. We went to see Santa Claus instead. We went to the mall first and stood in line until I was teetering on the door of insanity. Waiting to see Santa Claus with my kids is bad enough, but when every person in a 100 mile radius decides their child needs to see Santa Claus on the same day it’s awful. It is unbearable with all the screaming babies, tantrum throwing toddlers, whiney preschoolers, impatient kids, and tweens who are too cool for Santa. Finally, it was our turn. I thought things were going well until Mrs. Awesome sits The Rocker in Santa’s lap. The kid freaked out. Once he calmed down, the Jock held him for the freaking $20 picture and things went better.

After we met my brother and his family for dinner, we went to Wal-Mart only to discover they were doing pictures with Santa for free. The Joker was kind enough to say after they had visited with the Wal-Mart Santa, “That’s not the real Santa you know. I’m old enough to know the one at the mall is the real Santa.” The Princess then had to throw in her two cents that she’s pretty sure neither one of them are the real Santa only helpers, but The Joker would have none of that argument because we all know the mall Santa is the real deal. And for those of you who read my blog, we convinced The Joker to only tell Santa three things he wanted instead of taking the entire catalog. Then we mailed a letter in Macy’s for the rest of the things he wants.

Saturday night Mrs. Awesome’s sister calls freaking out. At first it sounded like she said something was wrong with witch-in-law, but once she calmed down enough we found out that one of their cousins passed away in his sleep. He was only 30 so it was shocking.

That basically sums up my weekend.