Here's another totally different point of view to consider. I'm just offering this as something to think about.
In May of this year, I was diagnosed with breast cancer. I'm 46. Found out that I also have the ATM gene mutation. So on my 13 yr old's actual birthday, I had a double mastectomy. And at the end of August, I had reconstructive surgery.
Let me tell you somethin', sister...there is nothing like getting the big C of cancer to help you get your head on straight about what is important in life. And you know what is NOT important? All of your mom's "I want's." Let's just go through the list right now briefly for fun:
- "I want Thanksgiving and/or Xmas dinner at MY house. ONLY a home cooked meal, but not cooked by me."
- "I want Thanksgiving/Xmas on THE actual day or it doesn't count."
- "My Golden Child Son must be present at every holiday or it doesn't count."
- "I want Golden Child Son to not be bothered with anything because he is more important than Daughter Who Doesn't Work."
- "I am 'old' and entitled and I am the matriarch of this family, so I get to sit on my throne and dictate to everybody else as to what we will all be doing for every stinking holiday."
- "I don't care that Daughter Who Doesn't Work also has an immediate family and ILs. None of them matter except for me. I want all to come and worship at the Throne of Grandma."
- "I want to be given free holiday decorating services by Daughter Who Doesn't Work."
- "I want to be given free garden maintenance and lawn services by Daughter Who Doesn't Work."
- "I expect to be driven places and taken on errands whenever I want by Daughter Who Doesn't Work because I will always be more important than her."
- "I want to be the #1 person in my kids' lives, but Golden Child Son gets a perpetual pass because he is more important than Daughter Who Doesn't Work."
- "I want to die in this house of mine and I don't care if it kills Daughter Who Doesn't Work while she struggles to maintain it."
You get the idea.
You know what? I'd like a pony. But it doesn't always turn out that way. You know what else? I've been married for 24 years. For 24 years, I have been the chief cruise director in my extended family of in-laws. *I* have always ended up the one who had to coordinate all of the get-togethers, whose house it would be at, what we would do on each day, what we would eat, etc., etc. But once I was basically staring death in the face?
NONE OF THAT NONSENSE MATTERED!
Back in September, DH said to me, "So what's the plan for the holidays?" I put the question back on him. Here's what it went like:
DH: So what's the plan for the holidays?
me: I don't know. You tell me.
DH: Well, are we going to see my family?
me: That's for you to figure out. Call them and sort it out.
DH: Can't you do it?
me: Nope. I don't have any more spoons left to deal with that craziness. I'm recuperating from reconstructive surgery. I have no more _insert_swear_word_'s to give.
DH: So....are we staying here for the holidays?
me: If you don't figure something out with your relatives, yes.
DH: I don't want to deal with SIL, MIL, etc. for Xmas.
me: Ok, that's fine. We can do something else then. Just let me know so I can request the time off from work.
And that is how we ended up with super fun plans to spend this Xmas with dear friends instead.
When you're old and gray and on your death bed, you know what you're NOT going to be saying to yourself?
"Oh, I'm SO GLAD that I gave up ALL of that one-on-one time with my DH to mow my mom's lawn almost 3 hours away from home! I SURE DO MISS THOSE DAYS!"
You know what you'll be saying to yourself? "Why did I waste so much time and effort knocking myself out like that? Why didn't I spend more time with my husband, kids, etc.?"