We were out of town for the holidays and it's so stressful for me. It is for everyone, really, isn't it? I try hard to keep myself calm in the face of lots of family (even loving supportive family!) and friends and a hectic pace, but I never wholly succeed. I've long since stopped spending time with my own family during the holidays because they are far too toxic, now we only see my husband's family. But the driving was exhausting this time and we spent hours and hours in my car in bad weather and slow traffic. Yesterday our 5 1/2 hour drive took 8. On Thanksgiving night, we go to a friend of the family's house for an annual gathering which includes really fascinating people: international students and teachers, lawyers, architects, moms.
I couldn't do it though. There were 27 people there. Every time someone asked me how I was doing, I teared up. I had to get out of there. I hid in a back bedroom reading to my daughter. As soon as dinner was over, I had my husband drive me home. Everyone else stayed at the party and I went home and watched Ugly Betty. I felt so Pathetic! But it was better. I couldn't spend another minute there like that.
I'm glad to be home, and maybe now I can spend a little more time on my board with my peeps.