Family picnic

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So most of my family lives in the metro area, but one sister and her husband live about an hour and a half away in the Springs. Normally, because everyone else lives here, we plan our family get togethers for here, but I thought it would be nice to go to the Springs for a change this holiday weekend so my sister could take a break from the long drive.

Well, let me tell you, it didn’t go quite as planned. First, 2 of my brothers had to work so they didn’t come. Then, the third wasn’t feeling well today, which I’m pretty sure is code for he drank too much last night, so he didn’t come either. That left my sister and brother-in-law, my parents, and me. We all got a super late start, so the Springs sister was waiting at the park for us for almost an hour before we arrived. I felt so bad. Then, my sisters spent most of the afternoon shuttling the toddler twins around the playground, and my brothers-in-law went off together to talk, so it was just my parents and me. I thought about joining my sisters, but my fibromyalgia was starting to flare and I just wasn’t up to walking around the playground in 88° heat.  I felt mildly disappointed because I can see my parents anytime I want. But whatever.

I also struggledwith the picnic food. I brought hummus with various thing for dipping and that was my safest and least anxiety-provoking option, but I still struggle eating in front of others. I did alright.

We were going to finish off the night with watching hot air balloons go off, but the venue filled up before we could get there so now we’re on our way home.

My view right now:

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6 responses »

  1. Families! Yours sounds as effectively dysfunctional as mine. I have always suffered from severe allergies, and when my daughter was 4 years old she asked me why I was allergic to my family. When I questioned her, she pointed out (as only children can) that every time we were going to see my family I had an attack.

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