It’s no secret that I am not a fan of the pomp and circumstance that comes with holidays. I have never much enjoyed decorating for holidays–I even wrote my fourth post on Suburban Scrawl EVER, about it–because it makes my house seem too cluttered. (I have enough problems being okay with our everyday clutter!) I don’t like holiday stress. I adore my family, but I don’t like the pressures of family togetherness and making “picture-perfect” memories just because it’s a certain day. With the exception of birthdays, which we love around here, I’d rather enjoy fun times being together on any old, “normal” day.
Yes, I *do* realize this is weird.
I am married to a wonderful man who happens to feel the same way, which is a blessing and a curse, as it turns out. Our poor kids never had a chance.
Yesterday I called D at college, to check in. We didn’t hear from him all weekend, and I figured that there were tons of activities (parties) in honor of Halloween. I imagined that D was busy (at parties) all weekend.
I was wrong.
“Nope,” he said, “I didn’t have a costume so I didn’t go to any parties.”
I was shocked. “Come on, you’re creative…you could have come up with something!”
“Nah,” he replied, “I’m just not that into it.”