Making Xmas traditions

No one ever tells you how hard this is to do as an adult. You grow up with traditions that your parents have all worked out and then you get married and have kids and the grandparents have their ideas about how they want you to spend Xmas and you have your ideas and it's just a pain in the ass.

This year, we told dh's parents that we wanted to have Xmas at our house. We wanted them to come and stay Sat and Sun night and have Xmas on Mon morning. But they were resistant, and dh finally had a talk with them about it. It seems that since they have their house, that they have this fantasy of all of us gathered to their nest for any and all occasions. Well, la de da. Because they built a big house just for the two of them, we have to be the ones to go through the hassle every year? Apparently, that is their wish, yes.

So, we caved for this year, with the threat that they will have to come to our house next year, and since Sam will be taking over the guest room, someone will have to sleep on the floor.


And now, I have to go make brownies for a bunch of preschoolers. Merry Xmas, indeed.