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In which we hit Vermont for Christmas

 

I just got of the phone with my mother-in-law, Allison, who lives in Vermont. I called up there because my husband has gone up to visit his family for 5 days while I stayed down here and manned the home front. She was just asking me why I haven’t been up in a while and I was explaining to her that I had to stay with Daniel, who is still in school, and dealing with the pets is such a hassle but have no fear Allison, eventually I will show up there again. When the kids were little, we used to go up to Vermont regularly and even spent two Christmas’s there. They were both unmitigated disasters which is why I have refused to go up to Vermont in the winter again.

I’ve actually been to Vermont in the winter 4 times, three of them with Kevin, and one of them before I met him and will be forever known as “the worst ski trip ever.” Of course, I haven’t blogged about that yet but trust me, it’s coming because it’s the most ridiculous story in the world.

Back to my in-laws.

Andie was a sickly baby. She was constantly having ear infections and bronchitis. She still gets ear infections and she’s almost 20 now. At any rate, we went up to Vermont in 1993 when Andie was not quite 2 and Keely had just turned 3. We usually stayed with my brother and sister-in-law when the kids were little because my in-laws had just moved back up to Vermont and lived in a tiny house. My brother and sister-in-law had four kids of their own so of course, there were plenty of toys and little people to play with. Now I’m from North Carolina and a cold day to me is below 30 degrees. To Vermonters, that’s a balmy winter day.

Andie had previously been diagnosed with asthma and was on a nebulizer four times a day. To say that this is a pain in the ass with a one year old is a mild understatement. The machine is really just a little compressor that turns her medicine into a mist so she can breathe it in and keep her lungs clear. You put a mask on her and she just breathes, that’s how it works. I bribed her with Skittles and if she sat there for 15 minutes with the nebulizer, she would get some. Of course, Keely being Keely (even back then), had to have HER Skittles too. So I was armed with lots of candy and we were going up to Vermont for Christmas to see the grandparents and cousins. We get there and there are 9 of us living in this house and it’s freezing outside so nobody can go out to play when Andie has a terrible asthma attack. Between the age of one and two Andie had six major asthma attacks and pneumonia so I knew what to do in the situation. I had to step up the nebulizer routine to round the clock, add in steroids (which makes the child crazy) and basically spend all my time holding her while she struggled to breathe.

Apparently, this wasn’t sucking enough because then Kevin got the flu. That’s right, the flu. So now, Kevin was sick as a dog, running a fever, laying around in bed and I was left dealing with a 3-year old and a one-year old who couldn’t breathe. Not being a particularly nice person, I got mad at Kevin for dragging me up to Vermont to see HIS family and then getting sick. So I was pissed at Kevin, taking care of Andie and just being your everyday basic bitch. Kevin was miserable but there’s no way I was going to take care of him because … well no good reason, I just wasn’t doing it. Kevin’s mom (Allison) was trying to be nice to Kevin, I was being an evil bitch because it was crowded, freezing, Andie was sick, Kevin was fucking sick and sure enough, I started getting the stink-eye from Allison because she was angry with me for not taking care of her little boy!

I kept telling her that Kevin was an adult and would survive and what the hell did she want from me any way? Seriously, I’m not a nurturer. I’m a narcissistic, self centered bitch! This wasn’t part of the “let’s take the kids up to Vermont for Christmas to see my family” deal! At any rate, we got through the trip and I was incredibly reluctant to ever go to Vermont for Christmas ever again.

As you can imagine, this story has reflected poorly upon me in “MacDonald folklore” but hey, what did they expect? It was way more than I bargained for. If Kevin was looking to marry a “nice” girl, he fucked up LONG before this trip. We did go back to Vermont for Christmas one time after this. It was a FUCKING nightmare and I will never go back there in winter again. I would love to relate it to you but that’s a story for another day.

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6 Comments

  1. Red Shoes
    November 12, 2010

    Oh man… trips like that are enough to make me not want to make that trip either!!!

    But… I would imagine that Vermont at Christmas would be beautiful… :o)

    ~shoes~

  2. Copyboy
    November 12, 2010

    I agree with Red shoes. Also have been to vermont too. Amazing views. Love your blog!!!

  3. Kelly
    November 13, 2010

    Hi Lynn,

    To me, it seems you were being incredibly understanding and putting up with quite enough, considering having to take care of all the sick people in your family. You, at least in my eyes, weren't being a bitch. A line hast to be drawn somewhere. I always felt sorry for my mom taking care of me when I was young. I had so many ear infections when I was a kid, that I lost my hearing in one ear do to it. I have a very narrow Eustachian tube which means mucous gets backed up and eventually infections will be created which can lead to hearing loss. Back then, between 1963 to the early 70's, they didn't have the high powered antibiotics they have now. Anyway, I suffered. Mom and dad suffered and they did the best they could.

    Sounds like you did the best you could. I'm sorry I didn't comment last night like I said I was going to. My wifey kept me out late. Blame it on her! LOL. I despise breaking my word- whether it's to a total stranger or friend. I hope my rather long comment now, kinda-sorta, makes up for that. I always leave a comment on someone's blog when someone is kind enough to leave one on mine. That's just how I roll. :) I like your blog and I will be back.

    In fact, I'm following you now.

    Hehehe… not literally. I'm not that nuts. Though, some would disagree. Take care and have a great rest of the weekend.

  4. Kristin
    November 13, 2010

    I can totally relate to the weather thing… I'm from SC and winter to me is 30 degrees. Then we move to China… 30 degrees here is fall. Winter is -30!! oh my.

  5. Anonymous
    November 14, 2010

    Keely got skittles when Andie was sick, and Andie got free doctor connections, tons of excellent home-made food, and other people's sympathy when Keely had a tumor… Who wins?

  6. Lynn MacDonald
    November 14, 2010

    Yeah…it was all totally WORTH IT!!!! The free food was nice though.

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