Not a Merry Christmas post...A true Bubble post.

Merry Christmas Everyone.


This is a warning to anyone who may believe that this is a happy post. For anyone and for those who may have been following me from the beginning of time, you know that this is MY bubble and you are not welcome here if you cannot understand that sometimes there needs to be a place to go where you can bitch and not be judged.

There may be a day in the near future where I can tell you about how special a day this was for husband, my boys and myself, but that all happened prior to 6 p.m. Backing up slightly, it kind of took a speed bump around 3 went downhill around 6.

#1 was not feeling well today. He and his wife showed up at my mom’s and #1 had a raging sore throat and was stuffed up. In my opinion, you say “I really would have loved to come but was sick”. Seriously, with 40 or so people crammed into a 3 bedroom ranch, germs are going to fly. I don’t need your germs and neither does my house, least of all my 73 year old mother.

Around 5 or so, #8 showed up with his girlfriend, of this year and at that time #1, his wife, my husband, my kids, my mom, and I were the only ones there.

#5 had decided this year that he would come by early and gift my mom and drop off the grab presents that he and his girlfriend (second year for her but I got a good one for you maybe later in the week about that). He was gone already.

#7 was next to show up with his wife and children. Not long after that #6 and his family appeared. The only ones we were waiting for was #2 and his crew. They were not long after coming and surprising to me, they came in two separate cars. His oldest 2 children came together and right behind them was he and his wife and daughter.

The living room was loaded up with presents and then the free for all started. The kids (all but mine) ran around the house playing tag. They drank and ate in the bedrooms. They pissed all over the toilet, walls and floor. They ground food into the furniture. All of this was going on while the mothers sat at the dining room table drinking wine. And lots of wine it was. I rinsed out 4 bottles to put in the recycling. In case you missed count on how many there were, there were 4. That means within a VERY short period of time my SILs drank a bottle of wine EACH. (#1’s wife shared her bottle of wine with my MIL and #1 so I can’t count her in on this.)

Wait a minute; I skipped ahead just a little too far. But #1 gave out his gifts to the kids and took off because he was seriously too sick to stay.

My mom gave out her gifts to the kids and then one by one the brothers and their families showered my mom with gifts.

Because we had already given my mom her gifts, my hubby, boys and I stepped outside to give the others some room. Butter mentioned that someone had spilled soda in the green bedroom and he went to find a towel. Now, I am not saying that my children are angels but looking back it slightly disturbs me that Butter cleaned up someone else’s mess.

Peanut and Jelly were with me the whole evening. They are 18 and 15 and a little too old to be playing with the littler kids.

#2’s oldest son’s baby mama (a long story for another day) showed up with the little guy and her dad. We all gathered back into the living room to exchange gifts. Remember now, this all started about 6 and my mom had not left the living room once. We exchanged our gifts and she got up to go the bathroom. She stepped into a puddle while lifting the toilet seat and found that all wet as well. Thinking that someone had had a problem, she opened the door to the green bedroom to find cake, cookies and candies all over the floor. She found soda spilled on her furniture and toys being thrown across the room and guess what…SHE FREAKED!

I don’t blame her. She started yelling at the kids and asking “What makes you think that you can come into my house and throw food and toys? I want this room cleaned NOW!”

#2’s wife grabbed both of her kids and stormed right out of the house telling my brother on the way by that she was not staying any longer and he was leaving too.

#6’s wife packed up her kids with a snide remark about the fact that she had her own house to clean and she was not staying to clean my mother’s. Oh, and stopped at my mom, looked at her and said, “You need to realize that they are just kids.”

#7 sat and told his kids that they had done nothing wrong and proceeded to pack them up to leave as well.

Here is where I kind of lose it myself…

I had Butter clean up all the toys, since he was in there with the other kids.

But…

My husband went in the bedroom and cleaned it up on his hands and knees.

My oldest son went immediately into the kitchen and started cleaning the dishes, counters, tables, chairs and everything else that needed to be done in there.

My middle son took the vacuum and vacuumed all the floors.

I went into the bathroom and cleaned the piss of the walls and floors.

Who the fuck thinks that it is okay to allow your kids to come in and destroy someone else’s home?

I have started thinking lately that it is time to move into a new tradition. Today just makes me realize that that time has come.

We were home by 9:30.  It took us over an hour to clean up.

Merry Christmas everyone.