So last night, when my hubby came to bed I was still awake. Yes, I know it was 12:30 am but I was trying to finish the book I was reading and I’d taken a really good nap while watching TV from 7:30 to 9:00. So he comes in and lays down and we have the following conversation:
Me: So your sister called tonight.
Him: Which one?
Me: The annoying one. I didn’t feel like talking to her though so I didn’t answer.
Him: Uh huh.
Me: So you’ll never guess…she was calling about the freakin holidays already!!! It’s only what? October 3rd? Oh shit…it’s your Gma’s bday. You shoulda called her.
Him: Yeah. Ugh. I hate the holidays.
Me: Yeah so she’s all chipper like “I’m trying to get everything all organized for the holidays. Thanksgiving with Dad’s side is at my house at 1:30 just like last year. And we’re gonna do Christmas with his side on the 27th of December. That’s a Sunday . At 1:00.” Did we even go to her house for Thanksgiving last year? Because I don’t remember. In fact, seriously I don’t remember Thanksgiving at all last year. Maybe I was sick and stayed home? Cause when it comes to Thanksgiving last year, dude, I got nothing.
Him: (Thinks)I don’t remember either.
Me: Well we weren’t with my folks because they all came here last Christmas so my parents must have went to Dani’s for Thanksgiving. I can’t believe I can’t remember Thanksgiving! But this year it’ll be at my mom’s since Christmas is at my sisters.
Him: I don’t know if I can handle both holidays with your family.
Me: What? As opposed to your family?? Are you freakin kidding me? Besides, we probably won’t make it to Dani’s for Christmas. Since Mo went to Iowa instead of Ohio we’d have to get a hotel and Mo won’t be able to go since she works retail and Luke’s folks will want to see them too. Maybe next year when they move to Ohio.
Him: whew. I was not looking forward to that.
Him: all of us in one place all day.
Me: um. That’s how it is when we go to my mom’s for a holiday.
Me: so this is one of the easy Christmases. We only have to go to you Gma’s on Christmas day.
Him: Those are the best holidays. When we only have one place to go and it’s only for an hour or so.
Me: Yeah. Then we come home and you take the boys hunting and I have the house to myself. And not that I don’t love you guys, but after all the cooking, shopping, wrapping, decorating- you know those things you totally never ever help with- I’m ready for a rest.
Him: I hate Christmas. Once Sean turns 18, I’m done. No more Christmas. If you think I don’t do anything now, just wait.
Me: Um. Hun, the only way you could do less towards Christmas is if you were dead.
Him: I’m working on it.
Me: That’s not fair! Don’t give me hope like that! I know you don’t mean it.
Him: Oh I’m working on it. Believe me. One hostess cupcake at a time…
At this point, we both rolled over to go to sleep. But 5 minutes later I rolled over quickly and said ~
Me: Wait!!! I do remember Thanksgiving!
Him: Mmuph? (I’m pretty sure he was already asleep)
Me: No. Nevermind. That had to be Easter.
Him: We went to my sister’s for Easter?
Me: I think so. Because Mo was showing off her tattoo and she didn’t get that til February.
Him: Was I there?
Me: Um. Duh. It was your family.
Him: Who else was there?
Me: Your Gma, your Dad, your brother and his wife, your sisters….
Him: Huh. Okay. Want to get naked?
Me: Not so much.
Him: K. Goodnight.
I love our bedtime convos. And I still can't remember Thanksgiving.
wondering how you lose a holiday,