trixxx

In my twenties, I avoided family visits like the plague. I think alot of people do of that age. I wanted to assert who I was, figure it out on my own. Also I was usually high alot and that is not condusive to happy visits with straight edged family. Now that I have maried and reproduced, family seems to be all over us like white on rice. It is nice for our kids and for our extended family alike. however, it is still a bit uncomfortable for me. Not all the time. Sometimes I love nothing better than sitting around a big old table playing cards with the people that love us most. But every friggin' weekend is getting a bit much. Especially when they expect us to do most of the travelling. Being pregnant AND with two toddlers in the winter in Canada does make for fun highway trips thats for sure!! Fridays are starting to bug me because I know what lies ahead on the weekend..hassles!
I now fondly recall weeekends used to be fun. I would get paid. Get new clothes (I worked for a designer that LOVED to dress me) and then I would hit clubs and parties and sleep in and eat out. I would get shit faced, kiss pretty girls, dance on speakers and ...well . I guess that doesn't matter now. I have to go make up the spare room bed for the father in law now.