I have been inspired by the other holiday vents. I also want folks to know that most family's are dysfunctional, and that you are not alone if you find this to be one of the most stressful times in your year.
My parents. I love them, I really do, but they were both only children, and as such do not understand that both my sister and I have other family to spend the holiday's with.
My sweet (I wish there was a sarcasm font, because I would be using it) mother feels it is necessary to have the entire family meaning my sister and her spouse and 2 girls, and of course my H, two kids, and myself at her home (which we are neighbors with all another) all day on Christmas eve, and all day on Christmas.
My mother is a controlling, self serving, judgmental, soul. My sister at 46 is still finding need of her approval, and still wants to be the good daughter. Whereas I gave up on this a long time ago. I will not let her snide comments about my weight, my housekeeping skills, or even my marriage piss me off, and I certainly don't need her approval for anything I choose to do.
She did manage to get a few zingers in over those two days, like the fact that my family were the last to show up both days (yup we came late, at 1:30pm). That they never talk to us, I guess that's because they have some sort of strange phone that only allows incoming calls, and since my sister calls them everyday, and I don't that I'm the bad kid.
Overall though I made it, I didn't even get pissy. I enjoyed my meals, drank my wine, and was relatively quiet.
The one passive aggressive thing my mom did that got me though was trying to feed me icecream. I have been unable to eat ice cream since I was in college, yet she seems to be unable to retain this fact. It makes me violently ill, and yet she insists I have never shared this fact with her in the past 20 years. Seriously woman. I give up.