Sunday was...interesting. At least from a psychological point of view. And for those who know me well, they'll recognize that I'm forever over-analyzing things. Especially when those things involve my in-laws. 
I've been with Mr. P. for 9 years (in case you couldn't tell by the post title LOL) and in that time, well, let's just say I've had a hate-hate relationship with his family. The feeling's mutual I'm sure. Although a lot of these issues stem from when our kids were in foster care and subsequently came home, some do come from various other personal issues as well. It's been a fun trip to say the least. 
So when Mr. P. and I (me? are you sure?) were invited to the family Christmas shindig this weekend, we were both somewhat wary. Admittedly, I was more on edge than my better half. After all, I'm forever the one who has to make an impression.
Anyway, I bit the bullet, and we went. I must say I'm impressed. It only took 9 years to get to this point. I wasn't treated outright rudely (although flat out ignored by some family members...hey, I'll take that over how it's been in the past) and things went pretty smoothly. My kids had fun, and to me, that's what matters most.
I don't know if Mr. P. feels the same (perhaps he'll chime in with a comment), but it was somewhat strange to feel like an adult around his family. Maybe it was the fact that my SIL is now bringing her SO to family events. Maybe it was the discussion of speeding tickets I overheard from his younger cousin. Maybe it's the fact that I didn't have a baby on my hip like I did the last time I celebrated the holidays with my in-laws. (that oughta date the last time I went over there...my kids are 5 and 7) Who knows? But it's an odd look at oneself nonetheless.
Hopefully this neutral vibe will hold for Christmas dinner at my MIL's. Here's to praying it will. After all, it's been 9 years now. Maybe that's all it takes.
Til next squeak,
2 Squeaks from the Maze:
I'm sure I don't have complete appreciation for the significance but - congratulations! I will be praying for a continued calm.
BTW - today I saw a car that I swear would be yours if you lived in CA (and if you were a man as it turned out). The whole rear was covered in bumper stickers espousing the drivers cynacism, skepticism, and sarcasim (including an honest knock on religion)... but in the midst of it all was a truth fishy swallowing a Darwin fishy. It totally made me think of you - and I mean this as a compliment because I liked the sentiment of most all the bumper stickers... even the ones with "language".
Love it! Ironically, the car I drove when I 1st met Mr. P. sported a Darwin fish amongst it's many other stickers.
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