Yesterday was a lot.
Almost three hours in the car with my 30 year old, D, driving. I have driving anxiety and, essentially PTSD from being in the car with a road rager for over 18 years. D’s driving terrifies me.
It was a lot of people: D’s housemates, one of the housemate’s dad, all four of D’s kids: 3, 6, 8, & 9 (it was the 6 year old’s birthday), my eldest, and my youngest. Including myself, there were 11 of us and a dog underfoot. Apparently the cats were in hiding.
It was a lot of food: deviled eggs, homemade cinnamon rolls, ham on the bone, mashed potatoes, mashed sweet potatoes with AND without marshmallows, garlic green beans (fresh), homemade dinner rolls, blueberry crumble with AND without nuts, birthday cake, and ice cream…and champagne.
It was the first family holiday I’ve had with all my kids and grandkids together. It was the first family holiday that wasn’t filled with conflict and tension due to bad romantic partners. It definitely had its moments and I know my adult children felt more stress and tension than I did overall. But it was the best holiday we’ve had together.
My youngest and I got to stay at the local Hampton Inn last night and have their complimentary breakfast this morning. Then my oldest, J, drove me and my youngest home. It started off badly because they were out of data and we used the map app on my phone…which I forgot was set to avoid highways. Set us back an hour and eventually was compounded by post-holiday traffic to cause J to get home 3-4 hours late.
N, my youngest, and I watched the movie, Leo, when we got home. Then I went to my room and got buried under the kitty.
All in all, life is good for me, for this moment in time. I’m grateful.