For those of you with a weak stomach where this possibly feminist blog entry is concerned, please feel free to exit........now.
I have had some time to consider this holiday that we call Thanksgiving. I am convinced that quite possibly this was a holiday made up by men, for men. Humor me, won't you? I have spent the better part of two whole days cooking a meal that will more than likely be devoured in 15 minutes flat.
The man of the house's job in all of this? Show up. That's right, all they have to do is show up. These men get to sit in front of the television set or nap all day, whatever suits their particular fancy, and then the little woman announces that the meal is ready. Yep. Show up.
As if standing on your feet and slaving over counters that are way too short for your particular frame wasn't enough, now that the meal is over, YOU get to clean it all up! There are no offers of help. It's like attending a party you never wanted to go to in the first place. You show up, make a little face time, and then you leave.
Christmas is the next big show of the year. It starts the day after Thanksgiving. The little woman is charged with the responsibility of making the home festive. She will be decorating while the men are watching TV or sleeping.
The idea of Festivus is becoming much more appealing to me as the years go by. This is a holiday I might be able to get on board with. You put a plain metal pole, the Festivus pole, in the middle of the room and the participants take turns airing their greivances and reciting their disappointment with family members. Co-stan-za!
Hans Christian Anderson I am not. I'm difficult to speak with too. Happy Holidays, fellas!
2 years ago
2 comments:
I totally agree with you. We finished Christmas Shopping on Friday. Curt's response was "great, now how much is left to spend on me?" I want to know what benefit do I glean from planning and executing?
Well, I get the satisfaction that my kids will always have a great memory of Christmas to share with their kids.
You're house is almost empty, put in what it takes to make Mark happy... then move on. He's a teenager and doesn't realize anything until there's no food in the house, right?
Yes, Festivus does sound appealing and Curt and I were just talking about it! Hmmmmmm. we may join you.
OH so true!! If I start complaining he only gets after the kids to come help . . . sheesh!
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