As I said in my last post……there are many things that I want blog about and that was BEFORE Christmas, so I am picking one randomly out of my head and going with it. If I get around to posting these thoughts in the next few days, I’m sure they will be completely out of the order in which they happened
Starting with the most recent and the one that is on my mind today………..Christmas Day.
We’ve (WE being, me, hubby and our kids, my brother, his daughter and her family) all known for the past couple of months that Christmas Dinner was at my mom’s house this year and that we were supposed to be there at 3:00 to open gifts before we ate at 5:00.
My family, minus the oldest, got there a few minutes before 3:00 (which is a miracle in itself because we are NEVER on time anywhere we go)

. My oldest daughter was with her boyfriend and would be coming to my mom’s later. All was well and good up to this point. Hubby was helping my mom with the turkey and the ham. The kids were watching TV and I was wandering around like a lost puppy because there wasn’t anything that I could be doing and I felt wrong just sitting down.
Anyway……….
My brother rolls in about 3:20 and puts some boxes on the livingroom floor and starts handing out envelopes.
My mom comes around the corner, sees him handing out the envelopes, and then proceeds to ask him why he’s not waiting for everyone else to get there before handing out gifts. He looks at her and tells her that he can stay only for a minute because he has to be at work at 4:00.
That’s where it all went to hell.
You could see the change take place right on my mom’s face. One second she was smiling and the next second it was like Satan himself had come for a visit. Evil had come for a visit.
I seriously considered running and I didn’t even do anything wrong.

I was even on time
My mom’s feelings were hurt and she was pissed on top of that and that is NOT a good combination for someone who ALWAYS speaks her mind. She spit out a very short string of her thoughts, all while trying her best to control her anger and trying NOT to cry. Then she stopped in midsentence and told my brother that he better leave before she said something she shouldn’t say. Which I’m surprised she didn’t just let it fly anyway. She usually does. Maybe because it was Christmas. Sorry, got sidetracked. Anyway…after she told him to leave, my brother just stood there with a dumbass look of shock on his face like he wasn’t sure she had just told him to leave. She told him once more that he better leave. Actually it was more like, “Go, go on…get out of here” at that point, so he did.
I didn’t even realize that hubby had cut dust outside when this had started. My kids were sitting there looking at me and looking at my mom and not even breathing loud. All I could do was sit there in stunned silence and shrug my shoulders when I got the questioning eyebrow raise from the kids.
I didn’t know what the hell was going on. I couldn’t believe that she had kicked him out on Christmas day.

Hell, I can’t believe she kicked him out PERIOD. This is the “Precious One”. I think I felt the world crashing down on me that day. If she would’ve kicked me out, it would’ve been more believable.
Since I am always the last to know, there was a lot more to the whole story than what I thought I knew. I thought she was angry because he had to go to work and wouldn’t be spending Christmas her and the rest of us but it looks like it boils down to him spending more time with his girlfriend and HER family than his own.
If I would’ve known that at the time, I probably would’ve kicked his ass or TRIED to kick his 6’4, 350 pound ass on the way out.

As it stands, when he called ME last night to ask what was up with Mama, I gave him what was left of my mind on the subject.
And they wonder why I keep my ass in the bushes and only come out of hiding at holidays.

I’m starting to rethink this whole venturing out on holidays anyway. Like I don’t have enough shit going on that directly involves me, now I’ve got to worry about my mom’s hurt feelings and wonder how the hell my brother grew up to be such a dick.