October 30, 2009
Oh, the irony.
I called Sibling Extraoridinare yesterday, hoping to wish Things One and Two a happy Birthday, but they were at day care whilst Sibling Extraordinaire (S.E., for pete’s sake) prepared her house for their birthday party, which is this Saturday. Their birthday party, to which she has invited both sets of grandparents, our cousin (who has two little ones of her own), and a number of friends S.E. has made through various parenting groups. And me.
I told her shortly after she proposed the idea, a couple of months ago, that I wouldn’t be coming up for the party. First of all, it’s not like the twins are going to have significant memories of their second birthday party – so it’s not like they’ll be affronted if I don’t show. Second, um. Let’s take a look at that guest list (which I originally thought included other family members of whom I am not so fond).
I would be the sole unmarried and childless person in attendance over the age of 7.
Anyway, S.E. told me that she was really hurt by the fact that I wasn’t coming. That it made her view me in a different light.
S.E. also told me that my godparents, who have been fixtures at our Thanksgiving table for as long as I can remember, have decided not to come this year, and that Dr. Taggart is really upset by this. And S.E. said that she’d gently tried to point out that perhaps my godparents really wanted to spend the holiday with their daughter and granddaughter, who are hosting the day for the daughter’s in-laws, this year. And S.E. said that she thought this was a reasonable thing to want.
So it’s a reasonable thing for my godparents to want to spend Thanksgiving with their daughter and granddaughter, but it’s not a reasonable thing for me to want to spend Halloween with friends, rather than drive seven hours total to be at a children’s birthday party where I would be the only non-parent adult in attendance? At least, it’s unreasonable enough for that decision to change the way someone sees me for the negative?
Good to know, I suppose.