Ahhhhhh, vacation. I started two weeks vacation today and I have to say, I'm feeling a little lazy and quite relaxed, despite the buzz that surrounds the family. You see, it's now 1pm, and sometime between now and midnight tonight, the prodigal son will return to his childhood home, and with him-his bride. Personally, I'm stoked. Since Derrick has become human, he's really fun to be around. It's so nice that he has graduated from big-brother-pod-person to human being, that we can actually have conversations now and you know...he's kind of an interesting, funny guy! He married a lovely girl, whom I don't know well, but am glad that she has agreed to come back to the Maritimes to visit with her in-laws (and I hope that some of them are better behaved this time around) and perhaps I will get to know her more. Now, it's been two years since he's been home (3 for her) so the excitement and the fervor that has been building comes from missing him, and my mother's need for everything to be (in her eyes) perfect. Perfection for my mother is all in the presentation: the food, the flowers, what she's wearing, how people around her behave. Personally, I think that what would constitute everything being perfect is making sure that everyone was kind to one another, relaxed, happy and there was no snapping at those you love.
But we are talking about my mother.
In her need to make everything perfect for HER (she's the ultimate control freak!), her feathers are easily ruffled! I have vowed, out of love for the men in my life (Dad, Derrick, Troy, Kenny & the boys), and my sister-in-law, to be on my best behaviour so as to not get under her skin, or "pick on her", as she says that's what I do. I did take an opportunity this morning to remind her to be nice though, which went over (as my father would say) like a lead-fart. She jumped all over me and I simply said: "See! I'm just saying, you've been snapping at Dad all morning" (well...she was!) "...and I don't want you to ruin this visit because you've got yourself all worked up!" She told me it was because I attack her and she gets defensive, so I made her the promise...I'll behave, and I won't pick on her....BUT...if she starts picking on anyone, I will straighten her out!
She seemed cool with that.
So...we wait. Derrick is famous for arriving HOURS later than he is expected but because he's Derrick....everyone just smiles and says; "It's good to have you home!" I have learned not to wait for my big brother...it's futile. So, Sean, Ryan and I are going to hang out, do our homework, and just enjoy the fact that I am on vacation.
Because, as we all know....it's all about ME anyway!!! ;-)
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