I should quote that to Hubby. I get the impression that he doesn't really believe I'm a competent adult who is at least as smart as he is. "You shouldn't eat that, it's bad for your blood sugar." No shit! Has it occured to you that I know that damned well and I'm eating it anyway?
He tries to explain it as "I'm just worried about you/I want you to be the best person you can be/I know you want to do as well as possible at this." I had parents, Hubby. I didn't marry you because I missed being "improved."
And my rant *also* comes from 15 years of dealing with my dad's heart disease -- at some point, I realized that he knows what is and isn't healthy to eat, and he knows that exercise is beneficial, and he knows that he has to take his meds. And all my "but I'm just concerrrrrrned!" does (even though it's genuine concern) is annoy the holy hell out of him.
He and I reached a detente where I don't heckle him about his heart disease, because -- and here I'm quoting him -- he's "an adult with a doctor I trust," and in return he doesn't heckle me about my weight, for the same reasons. (Also because my cholesterol, blood pressure, and blood sugar are normal; I might be fat, but it's hard to find disease where no markers exist, y'know?)
My mom hasn't really grasped that concept, though she's gotten better. Not totally, but better.
We always had people presents too. I guess I've always assumed that was universal. Do some people only get presents from Santa?
I've heard every permutation you can think of, but definitely a lot of "all presents come on Christmas Eve from Santa".
We had one present under the tree from Santa. I don't really remember a time where I didn't know that it was left by Mom, I mean, either that or his handwriting was just way too much like hers.
I have no magic in my heart, this is a known fact. Maybe this is why I keep ending up working on children's shows.
We had both - like someone said up-thread, wrapped ones were from people, unwrapped from Santa.
I don't remember if I still believed at this time or not, but I do remember as a young'un feeling triumphant and oh-so-clever when I recognized my dad's handwriting on the "To [Dad], Love Santa" tag on some big-ticket item.
I have no magic in my heart, this is a known fact. Maybe this is why I keep ending up working on children's shows.
The universe is cramming magic and childlike wonder down your throat?
"Eat the magic, fucker! Open your eyes wide to the miracle, you son of a bitch!"
No, I just think it is fitting in some twisted way that someone with no magic in his heart is the one creating the magical things for kids.
We had both - like someone said up-thread, wrapped ones were from people, unwrapped from Santa.
This is the way it is in my family. Stockings are Santa's job too. Poor Santa gets a bad rep since he is as lame with the present giving as mom sometimes. Santa presents also tend to be the hard to wrap items.
Aimee, insent with a plea!
My mother puts presents under the tree from herself, Santa, the pets, and whomever else she can think of. It's kinda hilarious. Also, Santa is always careful to leave a present for the pets.
It's weird - this will be the first Christmas we've spent together in... 11 years? Something like that.
I don't remember when I stopped believing in Santa, but I don't think it was all that traumatic.
