family Part XI clause 55

I ought to know by now that the thing you are worrying about is not the thing to worry about. This is a law of nature, don't you agree? Just as I (wo)manned up and realised of course, all I had to do was stop worrying about hurting people's feelings, (instead of getting in a knot and probably hurting them more,) and say we are going to have a quiet one at home, this happened:


Of course it did. I started feeling a bit mouldy and the GP found all sorts of interesting stuff in my urine sample: blood, protein, white blood cells, a couple of microscopic submarines. A UFO? Or a UTI. Also, further reason to stay at home for The Christmas.

Meanwhile there has been an Epic Falling-Out within the In-law Camp, with Non-Trembler throwing a hissy hit of gargantuan proportions over a.. fridge. Oh, sigh. I don't want to dignify this (or indeed bore us all rigid) with further description. Let's just say I don't see how the hissiest, most entitled Hollywood diva could not be out-hissed by The Non-Trembler. The Non-Trembler is capable of demanding all the brown M&Ms be taken out of the crystal bowl they are to be presented in. Because how f*cking hard is it?

[Aside on the nature of siblings: How is it, friends, that siblings can diverge so much in character, values, looks, everything? When they share DNA and upbringing? Is this something nature cooked up to spread the odds of survival? Your thoughts are welcome, as ever. Of course, it is true that the Non-Trembler was labelled Delicate as a child. Apparently he was a bit pale, or something. Perhaps had ezcema? Anyway, he was spared the rather tough love that the robust, rosy-cheeked JB was given.]

So it's good I am all ready for The Christmas. I must now away and deliver presents to my parents, a sort of post-modern Santa Claus, in an ancient Nissan Micra, rather than a sleigh.

I will "see" you before The Day.
Till soon
T

Comments

[May]

Oh, owie, poor Twangy. Much love and wishes of feeling not-mouldy for Christmas. ('Submarine', heheheheheh).

Siblings, I don't get. With my own, I see ALARMING and EPICALLY WEIRD similarities all the time, and yet they are so amazingly totally not like me at all in any way, and I look at them, and I look at me, and I look at them again, and I think, oh, Nature, you are very odd. Last Christmas I spent en famille, I was in the kitchen with my hand, so to speak, up a turkey's bum all afternoon with a martyred expression on (me AND the turkey) while my sister slept off her epic hangover. We both thought the other was being a total spoilt princess-brat determined to get her own way. Eh.

Well. I shall wish you a nice peaceful calm relaxing healing sort of time, then. Hugs.

[Adele]

Sorry to hear about the UTI. Merry, merry. But I think your idea of a quiet one at home is a very good one (though, as someone also stricken by the guilt monster, I sympathize with the resolve needed to say it and not choke:)

As for non-Trembler, my goodness. The images running through my head of flaming refrigerators and large kitchen furniture heaved through windows (onto heads). Perhaps this ballet aficionado will turn over a new leaf in the New Year (unlikely, unlikely).

And, yes, amazing the difference between siblings. My brother-in-law likes to reenact battles, in full dress, with wenches pouring mead afterwards. Thank goodness Mr. D. preferred the minor vices of beer and pool:)

Happy happy, Twangy. May 2013 bring you some wonderful things.

[a]

I'm sure, when the siblings are not acting up, you can probably see the DNA similarities in them. For my husband's family, it's the opposite - when they are acting up, I can see the similarities between them. Sigh. My sisters and I are similar enough in appearance, while nothing alike in attitude or behavior. Most of the time. Who knows? It's a crapshoot, at best. :)

Sorry to hear you're not feeling up to par. Hope the holidays are fun anyway!

[Valery Valentina]

My Monster must be more dog-like, of the Cerberus class. It lives in my lungs, demands all air and starts barking most horribly when I try to move (or gd forbid, attempt to lie down)
I'm pretending that tomorrow all will be well with me. And if it isn't I'll have the perfect excuse to curl up in a corner.
Hope the anti Ufo unit moves in quick and effectively. And will allow for at least one glass of festive Gluhwein or some such like.

Brother and me? he's under average tall, I'm over. He's blond blue eyed, I'm dark.
He works hard, makes and spends loads of money and hey found himself some exotic diva.
He's younger but looks older.
I save save save and found myself a Mr Fixit.

We were both astonished to find we had the exact same score on that Introvert-Extravert Thinking-Feeling personality test!
So yeah, siblings and x-mas.
Wish it was as simple as sorting out the brown M&Ms

[Anne]

There actually has been research about why siblings often turn out so differently, and it does seem to be due to the whole issue of how to divide precious parental resources: ie, if one sibling excels in, say, sports, the other one will likely go into the arts: that way, they can be more assured of exclusive parental praise in their own area of expertise. We (humans, I mean) also on the whole tend to define/identify ourselves by how we contrast with those in our family of origin, but often we overlook the similarities as well: my brother and I have totally different interests and life goals, but we have the underlying genetics of being very intense, focused, and ambitious. We just poured it in to separate areas.

Family is hard. Hope you come through it relatively unscathed.

Merry Christmas!

P.S. I really like your blog.

[Womb For Improvement]

Ouchy. I mean it is as good as excuse as any for staying at home over Christmas but a little extreme.

I hope you have a wonderful, chilled out, gluttonous day.

[bunny]

OOOOOOoooog! This is not how things were supposed to happen! I hope you weathered it okay, and that it did not ruin The Mellow At Home Christmas. What with the craziness, it sounds like a good family holiday to completely miss out on.