Well, I'm not trying to be all dramatic, but that title sure sounded that way, didn't it?
This is a tale of a family who, for all intents and purposes, just does not give a shit.
Let me 'splain.
A week or so before Christmas, I spoke to my Dad regarding Christmas Eve, which we have here because hello, the only children in the family need not be gallivanting around at night time before a major holiday. So, my family comes here.
In the past, we have had dinner, the kids open their gifts from Grandma, Grandpa, and Aunt and Uncle. Then, overtired and overstimulated children are forced to go to bed.
This hasn't worked out well, especially for my daughter.
You know, the one who attends Special Ed and has a type of therapy session EVERY SINGLE DAY of the week? Yeah, that one. The one with a sleep disorder that makes Mommy adhere to a VERY strict sleep schedule so that everyone, including her, is not miserable? Yup, her.
So, in speaking with my father, I try to relay that the focus of Christmas should really be her. She is the youngest in the family, and Christmas should be about KIDS. I mean, my children are the only grandchildren my parents have, so wouldn't you think they would WANT to spend time with them?
I tell my Dad that I really think we should have more of a Christmas lunch, so that everyone can be relaxed and nothing is rushed, and my daughter does not get too overstimulated and become somewhat of a nightmare. Which is not Christmas-y at all, if you ask me. And that way, the maximum time can be spent hanging out with her and actually playing with her and her new toys. Because that is why they buy them, right? So that they can see her happy and laughing and all that.
That, apparently, is for normal families.
Well, my Dad supposedly got everything squared away with my mother and my sister, neither of whom I willingly call on my own. And I was glad they were cool with it, and if they had said that they weren't then they just would not have come over.
Turns out the days preceding Christmas Eve were busy, busy and I realize that I have no idea when my guests are actually arriving. So at about 10am on the morning of Christmas Eve, I call my Dad to ask when we can expect them, which should technically be fairly imminently.
"Oh, uh, yes, your mother and I won't be there until about 2:30." OK, a little bit later than I wanted, but I can deal with that. But then, the kicker. "Oh, and your sister and your brother in law won't be there until about 4 o'clock because he is working."
That's fine that he is working, I know he has no control over that. But I want to know two things: why did everyone go along with the plan when they knew he was working, and why did they not even call me to tell me this? Until the morning of, I had no idea.
So of course everyone gets here way late, my mother insists that we must wait for my sister and brother in law before we eat anything. My sister, who could have come earlier by herself, but didn't want to bother because taking two cars was too much of a hassle. We wind up having a completely rushed dinner and gift opening and yet my daughter still gets to bed an hour later than normal. An hour late is bad. She was overhyped and not in a good way.
Which is exactly the situation I was trying to avoid, because it is my husband and me who has to deal with the fallout, not them.
So of course she wakes up at 5:20am the next morning, after weeks of sleeping beautifully until 6:30, minimum. And it wasn't because she wanted to open presents, she had no idea they were going to be under the tree upon her awakening. And she was just a mess for the rest of that day, Christmas, which is kinda sorta an important day. Only YESTERDAY did she finally get back to her normal sleeping pattern.
But seriously, I am this close to just shutting these people out entirely. I love my Dad, and he is a good guy, but it grieves me that my sister and my mother just sort of mow over him because he has chosen to take the path of less resistance when it comes to their machinations. I get that, but when am I allowed to take their actions and tell them to shove it? That if they don't care about me, fine, but at least pretend to care about my daughter. And if you can't even pretend, then maybe you should just stay away from us.
Speak to me, internet friends.