The Spirit of Thanksgiving

turkey.jpgI am a huge Thanksgiving fan. Truly, I am the poster boy for being thankful and celebrating with loved ones. But, after roughly polling some of my friends and colleagues that are in my age range (I am 25), I must say that the true meaning of Thanksgiving nowadays seems to be being frustrated with your family.

Let me first assure you that I get along very well with my parents. My mom and I are extremely close, and my dad and I don’t argue all that much, but the more time I spend with them, the more I can’t wait to not be spending time with them. Maybe it is a function of them getting older and me getting wiser, or maybe their ever-present quirks are finally starting to ware on me after 25 years of being somewhat oblivious to them, but whatever the reason, I was ready to walk back to NYC after 3 days at home.

First of all, my mom is losing it. She calls me by my sister’s name continuously. She also calls my sister Noah, so I know it is not some subliminal insult or judgment. Plus, I guess it is a function of being in her late 50s but the lady is ALWAYS hot. She insists that her and my dad sleep each night with all windows open. And up in the country where they live, it is like 30 degrees at night and breezy! Yet, she is still always hot. Very frustrating.

My father is getting crazier with each passing day. Whereas he used to be just a bit nutty and would run around telling us how his hands are shrinking, in his old age, he now has the sleeping habits of an owl. He falls asleep at around 6:30pm, and wakes up at around 3am. When I get up at around 9am, he makes some comment about how I am lazy. It is one thing to have weird sleeping habits, but quite another to not realize it and call everyone with normal sleeping habits crazy. That is when it is clear something is terribly wrong. Just to piss him off this year, I plan on getting him extra large gloves to try to convince him that his hands are in fact shrinking.

When you couple this with my sister who is just an emotional car wreck, it made for a very interesting extended weekend. I may or may not have started going gray in the last two days. While I love TG and I was glad to watch my Miami Dolphins win a big game on turkey day, it is really great to be back to my routine and not have to deal with those nutjobs for a while.

Does it get worse? Are parents a growing fixture of annoyance and frustration for the rest of their lives? Am I the only one who sees this?

5 Comments so far

  1. ~dana (unregistered) on November 27th, 2006 @ 8:57 pm

    Ballsy! I would love to tell everyone how insane my parents are, but they read this site–did I say that? Hi Mom, Hi Dad!

  2. Eric (unregistered) on November 28th, 2006 @ 8:07 am

    Oh god no. As much as I otherwise love my family, spending more than three consecutive days with them drive me crazy. Fortunately, I have no vacation days through work until January and so I only have – bingo!!!! – three days to spend with them for Christmas, so I’ll be out of there just about the time they begin to annoy me and I begin looking for the straight razors.

  3. Doris Night (unregistered) on November 28th, 2006 @ 8:50 am

    no, it doesn’t get better. wait till you get married, if you choose that treacherous path, and then you inherit a whole other set of parents.

  4. Noah (unregistered) on November 28th, 2006 @ 9:29 am

    HAHA nice Eric. I like your idea… Make it IMPOSSIBLE to spend more than 3 days! It’s good. Otherwise, it’s BYON (bring your own noose).

  5. The Skirt (unregistered) on November 29th, 2006 @ 6:52 pm

    Yeah, parents are crazier the more you spend time away from them. You have plenty more years for them to drive you even battier. Try to relax and enjoy it!

    Incidentally, your mother’s heat thing sounds like menopausal hot flashes. In which case, be nice, cos I’ve heard they’re a real bitch.

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