This Thanksgiving took the cake. The level of anxiety was at an all time high. Everyone fighting. The dinner was a disaster. The turkey was ready three hours before anything else. At one point , the teenager is yelling, my sister is yelling. My mother is doing the “whoa is me speech “! Then I started screaming. My son and nephew claim that they were being used as child labor by my dad. Then top all the stress and tension with my mother throwing up after eating my nephew’s spicy wings.
I am exhausted every time I get home from family . I love them all but the Latin drama is so draining!