There’s something about the holidays that just sort of leaves you feeling chewed up and spit out when they are over. Even when they have gone as well as they possibly could. This year we spent them with my side of the family in Virginia. What occurred can best be compared to that episode of the Gilmore Girls where Lorelai, Rory, and the older Gilmore’s have a marathon Friday night dinner over which time they all hash out the individual grievances within their various triangles. If you don’t know what I mean, it can be found here:
My family is, like all others, complex in that it is full of unconditional love and also tons of resentments. It’s what makes the world go round. If you think your family does not have a similar dynamic, then congratulations- you are in one of those families whose emotional issues are hugely stunted and you live with about 11 billion elephants in your closet. The rest of us accept the crazy in our family, and therefore may actually have an easier time because of it.
Anyhoo, our yuletide shenanigans included laughing until we cried, crying until we laughed and also drinking my step-mother’s Southern eggnog which will knock your face off your head. I’m guessing it wasn’t normal, but you know I’m not sure what normal is really about. We solved some issues, created some new ones and built more family memories. All in all, we can be solidly certain that we put the FUN back in dysfunctional. And that is what the holidays are about.
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