The Ties That Bind
Well, the first half of holiday celebrations is over . . . Christmas has come and gone, and there were no fatalities due to disagreements. That’s always a good thing! My brother, his fiancee and their four kids came up to visit, along with their three dogs and my brother’s step-daughter, who lives with her mom here in town. We had five adults, five kids and six dogs in this house, and I learned that although the square footage is mathematically sufficient, there wasn’t quite enough personal space. People were always stepping on a kid or a dog, or maybe even each other.
The dogs handled it well, for the most part. There were VERY few accidents (none from my dogs – yahoo!) and only a few tense moments. For the most part they co-existed well, which is saying a lot for my cranky old man, dominant female and scaredy-cat dog. Jack Jack didn’t scream at anyone (other than my 8 month old niece today, for some odd reason) and Farley only scrapped once, which is darned good for him. Grace was a pro . . . of my three dogs, she is by far the easiest to introduce to others. Nothing fazes her, and she handled everything with aplomb.
We had the typical kid arguments, but nobody lost any limbs. My middle niece did lose her cookies more than one – there’s nothing like the gift that gives over and over again like the stomach flu. Poor kid. And of course, when one has it, everyone gets it eventually.
The adults even played nicely for the most part. There were a few tiffs, but nothing worth dwelling on. Everybody made an effort, and it was noticed. There was a lot less stress than any of us anticipated, and it was a welcome deviation.
Hope your family ties simply bound and didn’t strangle over the holidays . . .