I’m at my parents for Thanksgiving. My kids like visiting because it’s their grandparents and because there is so much to do in Utah. 5 minutes from the house is an indoor waterslide community pool we go to every other day while here. I try and do laps part of the time until I realize that I don’t really know how to swim and get embarrassed.
I like visiting because my mom takes complete control. I don’t cook or do laundry. On the last day there, I clean the sheets and the bathroom, but the rest of the time, I can do nothing. (I even go home with all the clothes clean.) It used to bother me because I was the youngest and I thought this treatment meant I didn’t know how to do anything. Now, I don’t care if that’s what this treatment means because I don’t have to DO anything.
However, Thanksgiving comes and I can get some flack (from siblings who do not know how to milk the system) for not contributing to the meal. Nevermind that I drove 8 hours to attend, but everyone else brings something and if I don’t, comments are made. Alas, I’m staying at my mom’s. So I could buy all the ingredients for the green bean casserole, but by the time I awoke on Thanksgiving, it would be made. I could buy rhodes rolls and put them out to rise but mom would put them in the oven.