Ready or not, here it comes.... Christmas insanity. In speaking with my female friends we are all having mixed feelings about hosting any gatherings. It seems the same women host year after year with little or no reciprocation, help, or thanks. It's expected. We fantasize that it would be so easy to just show up somewhere with a bottle of wine and a pie.
See, nobody really wants to host because it's soooooooo much WORK. It's the planning, cleaning, cooking, shopping, cleaning up afterwards, extra tables, extra this, extra that, etc. The reward for jumping through hoops for your inlaws or whomever? Somebody will bitch that the gravy was not to their liking or the meat was too over/under cooked, walk out the door, and leave you with a pile of dirty dishes that reaches the ceiling.
The non-hosting females chime in saying, "Oh, but we will all pitch in and HELP! You won't have to do anything."
....another line of shit. Having too many in the kitchen is just fodder for disaster. They are always just in my WAY and constantly bugging me as to where I keep my wooden spoons, saran wrap, and the like while their kids are running amok and spilling orange juice all over my couch.
Why do we do this year after year? Good question. Everybody claims TRADITION. I say bullshit. What are we ingraining in our daughters? To become slaves?
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