To my amazement I am ready for what in this country we call The Christmas. (See also: Did you get over The Christmas?). Normally I am prepared for The Day around mid-January but this year, items lept into my hands wherever I went, and only the chislers* remain on the list, while they, the chislers, are deliberating. (Not how it went InMyDay, I can tell you.)***
I have even done a bit of festooning.
(The rest of the house remains unadorned, mind you.)
The plan for the 25th is coming together, albeit with some awkwardness. This is the thing: the JB doesn't want to spend it with Brother's partner's family, who, while Perfectly Nice, are too multitudinous and noisy and in their very kindliness, remind him of all he has lost. He simply wants to hang out together in our little house with the cat, the DVD player, new books, and a large quantity of food. I understand this, but worry that my parents will get concerned/offended if we tell them we want to spend The Day at home in Dublin. So. We have these options, and they mostly involve lying**:
- Tell them we are heading to a hotel in Galway or somewhere for a change, but skulk in Dublin, like criminals. Risk running into a member of the Brother's partner's family, and horrible embarrassment, not to mention making it look much worse than it actually is.
- Tell them we are going to Kerry to the JB's house. (We could actually go to Kerry, but it's like travelling to another planet, it is so distant, and I'd miss visiting my folks on the days after The Day.) Have to answer questions about the weather in Kerry, the busy-ness of the roads, the quietness of the house, and invent plausible responses. Get migraine just thinking about it.
- Tell them the JB can't bear all the bonhomie, (these people are JUST TOO FRIENDLY) at Brother's and expose us to Worrying About His Mental Health, The State of Our Marriage and the Bringing About the End of the World
Is there something I am missing, I wonder? If you have any notes to compare or indeed magic solutions, I'd be very happy to hear them. Maybe I could just tell my mother? She'd understand... but then be in the awkwardness herself, with the lying.
OH I DON'T KNOW. Am I overthinking it?
*People under the age of 10, though in Dublin only, as far as I know.
** Arg. I am as devious as the next person, but I am not the most efficient liar. All that keeping straight of the story. Arg, I tell you.
***News just in! Dazzle wants a colouring book. Aw! Love that kiddy.