It’s official. We got the news last night. Cowboy’s younger brother is planning on visiting us during Christmas. I’m not scared to admit that I was heartbroken and felt defeated.
I broke the news to my mom this morning. She was WTF'ing allover the place. I just fell silent.
I feel defeated because we agreed that Thanksgiving was his family and Christmas was mine. We didn’t sign a pact but I feel like his end of the bargain is not right. Its not my fault that this younger brother pulled a no show on Thanksgiving. Younger brother gets to come visit us any other day of the year – he lives two hours away. Cowboy and I’ve seen him more times than my mom. Cowboy has only met my mom once. She doesn’t live two hours away and she’s coming to visit us. Not us and a 16 year old boy. True, it’s Christmas and I should just lighten up.
Part of me wants to book a hotel now for my mom and I. I don’t think you understand – our living room is going to look like shit. Both Cowboy and younger brother are going to camp out in it while my mom and I take over our bedroom. Have you seen boys camped out in a room before? Its not pretty, its not orderly, it smells. Our living room is where our Christmas tree and most of our Christmas decorations are. I had to tell Cowboy this morning to tell his brother that he cannot bring his television up here. I refuse to see the wires and that set up. I think they can do two days without video games. But then what do we do with a 16 year old?
My mom made the comment that I should go buy a case of wine right now so we can have fun while holed up in the bedroom. She’s funny like that, but she’s also right like that. We both know me. Once the younger brother is here, I will keep my lips sealed and not say anything just to keep the peace. And since they are taking over the common area, I probably won’t fight for it and just let it be. Right now, I just want to cry,
I’m going to try and enjoy Christmas and the family that will be with us.