Sunday, November 12, 2006
T Minus Nine Days And Counting
Every year, Ace's family has their annual Thanksgiving get together. Ace has two uncles (my FIL's brothers), and they have two and three children a piece. Two of those kids have two kids of their own, one of the kids has a baby, the other is expecting, and then there are our three yahoos. So, if you really want to add up how many people will be shoved into one house, here is your total: 23, at the least.
23. That thar is a lot of people.
The number of people isn't what frightens me on these trips.
This Northerner scratches her head every time I have to indulge in this Southern tradition of theirs: the men go "bonding" and the women stay behind and cook for their men.
READ: The men are told to get the heck out of the kitchen because all they want to do is eat everything before it makes it to the table.
Now that grandchildren who are mobile have been added to the picture, they are taken on these "bonding" trips, if it is appropriate. I know Queen and the Man will be going. Not sure about the Monkey, though. It depends on what the activity is.
And the activity always has to be some Mission Impossible secret. Nobody can know where they are going, or what they are doing. I am sure at some point in time, this bonding trip resembled more of a fraternity hazing activity than anything else. But now that smaller children are added to the mix, they have toned down their trips to things more "kid-friendly."
I have suggested a number of times that these bonding trips should be more female-oriented, i.e., the WOMEN should get to go shopping, even if it is just at the local Wal Mart or Target, and the MEN should stay behind and do all the cooking and preparing.
But this is a trip that Ace looks forward to, and we haven't been able to make one in a while due to work schedules or the sheer amount of distance that we need to travel to make it. This year, we are going down to close to Nashville, TN. That is a jaunt for us up here (probably a 10-12 hour trip, all put together), but we have built-in stopping areas along the way, one being the cabin with the stairs from hell.
So we will depart on this endeavor next Tuesday morning, if not Monday night (to make it to stop # 1, Louisville, KY).
I'm packing the Drammamine and the DVD. To heck with anything else.
Oh yeah. And my underwear. I don't want to relive having to ask my MIL for a pair.
I'm a mom of three peeps ... Queen Bee, The Door Man, and the Chandelier Monkey, and wife to Ace, the Helpful Hardware Man. I created this space to get away from the people known as my inlaws, and because life with three kids and a hubby is all Unexplored Territory.