On Saturday, the Bear spent the day with my folks while Mr. J and I took the Pumpkin (f/k/a the Seagull - I'm trying hard to frame our relationship more positively) to the Turf Club with his family. This is part of their family's Thanksgiving tradition, and it is always a good time. Really, I had fun.
But it's a long day. After six hours at the track, I came home to try and stuff some solid food into the Pumpkin -- she prefers to drink her calories -- and had about twenty minutes of time with the Bear before heading off to a Christmas concert with J-Mama, J-Sis, and the fabulous Nanny. It was Nanny's birthday, and J-Mama had bought these tickets some time ago. They were all super excited about a girl's night out, and hey, I love Christmas music and I love Nanny. But by the time we got out of the parking garage (where we sat for over half an hour), it had been over four hours since J-Sis picked me up to start this little adventure.
Here's the thing. I really don't want to spend ten or twelve hours with anybody I am not super close to. It's draining for me. I think of myself as a sociable person, but I am not an extrovert. People like Mr. J -- and, I believe, our own Dibbsie -- are recharged by being around a crowd. I am not. A day in which I have no quiet time with my own thoughts is a long tiring day for me even when I spend it doing fun stuff.
So it got under my skin the next day when Mr. J made some crack about how he socializes by hanging out in the garage/ man cave with his buddies in the late hours of the night while I am always leaving him to watch the kids. Dude. Your friends like to drink in the garage because you can choose the channel on the TV and it's hella cheaper than drinking at bars. And spending the evening with YOUR female relations, in an outing that I could not possibly have turned down without offending your mother, should be counted in my Good Deeds column, not my Time Off column.
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