I am not a sports person. Really. Never have been. I don't like watching sports unless I feel like I have a personal stake in the matter. So I only watch on big things like the Colts in the Super Bowl or the White Sox in the World Series and even then I am rather optional. I love to watch my kids swim--and I'd watch about any sport they attempt--but I am really glad they aren't sports people because I am not a sports person. It. Just. Isn't. My. Thing. At. All.
Mainly, it's not my thing because Sports People tend to schedule their lives around the professional sports schedule. And that annoys me. Back in the day (17 years ago! ACK!) when I was involved in La Leche League, one of my co-leaders used to often repeat "People before things." And that is a pretty good rule to live by.
I think I have made it pretty plain that my holiday is Thanksgiving is my holiday. This is the only holiday I do and the only one I plan for and try to impress with.
In past years, I only had one rule.
No football.
None. Nada. Zip.
In the past, my relationship with my MIL was strained at best. But in the last decade we have both grown up a lot and learned to compromise. There has been some VERY tense moments in spite of that. But I have chosen to ignore many of them. Well, maybe not totally ignore. I think I have "vented" to Eric a LOT--and maybe too much, putting him in an awkward place. But I have put up with whatever comes my way and not rocked the boat. I'm not a saint and I'm not perfect, but I have gone out of my way to not rise to the bait. I have a couple holes in my tongue from biting it, but it was a good choice.
So this Thanksgiving, the Packers were playing Somebody. And I "let" them turn the game on. And I even sat down and "watched" the game with her and attempted to discuss football intelligently (cough cough!) and tried to keep the kids quiet even though they just wanted to talk to their only living grandmother. I totally rolled over on the "no football" rule.
Well, now we are trying to get together for Christmas. Which will be at her house as tradition dictates. She wanted the 22nd. But I am working from 7 AM until noon doing pictures with Santa at St. Joseph's college. And then Austin and Melanie work in the afternoon and evening at Arby's where they are managers. Christmas Eve has been traditionally off limits back from the time when my mother was still living. We made that rule because they were both jealous of the time the other one had and we wanted to be fair.
But my MIL doesn't want to do it on the 23rd because the packers are playing the Bears. So I was confused and asked in an excited voice, "Oh! Do you have tickets? Are you going to the game?"
No. It's just on TV. So she can't have Christmas with her only only grandchildren because she has to watch a football game on TV. Way to build their self esteem, Dot! Football is more important them them! Whatever. It just pisses me off. Stick a tape in the VCR and watch it later. Turn the TV on and watch it while we are visiting. But no. We can't do Christmas because of a stupid idiotic football game.
Will any of those players come to her funeral? Will any of those players help her move? Will any of those players come over and stay with her after she has had a medical procedure? Will any of those players make her a birthday card? Will they even send her a store bought birthday card? Have they been doing extra chores around the house to earn money to buy her a Christmas present? If you are in doubt, I'll tell you the answer. No. They won't. But there are nine people I know who will. Who have. Who will continue to do so. There are 9 people I know who count on her to act like the best grandmother in the world and not just a cheesehead. In factg, they think she is the best grandmother. But they know she doesn't want to do it on the 23rd because of the Packers game. And they are annoyed. And I am annoyed. I am downright pissed off.
People before things.
Seriously.
On another note, yesterday marks the day my father passed away. It's been 20 years. I can't believe it has been so long. I also know he NEVER would have put ANYTHING ahead of a day with his grandchildren. I wish he had lived to meet them. I have to believe he is watching them and me, too.