Today is the fourth of July, and we just got home from my parents house where we had a cookout to cap off the long weekend. I feel terribly guilty saying this, but I was bored out of my mind. Although I love my family dearly, they are beginning to get extremely bland. Going over there tonight we barely had any conversation, and when there was any it revolved solely around the baby.
I understand that when there is a baby involved that many people focus on the "oh, how cute!'s," but let me tell you - there is only so much of that. My dad wasn't home since he was visiting his mother, and my mother had absolutely nothing to contribute to any conversation. Our fourth of July "party" was so lame that it made me feel bad that we didn't join Scott's family up at Marblehead for another day. I hate feeling this way, because it makes me feel like i'd rather hang out with a family other than mine, but when it is so boring with my own family I can't help it.
Part of me wants to tell my mom that we really need to 'spice things up,' and do more exciting things than grill burgers and stare at my daughter, but as far as I know there really isn't a tactful way of saying that.
I'm not sure when the boring-ness started, but I'd have to peg it on when my dad lost his job of nearly thirty years. Ever since then my parents have gotten extremely frugal and haven't made any effort to have a good time. No more fun, elaborate vacations, which is sad since they could go just the two of them these days. No more anything. My dad needs to stop delivering newspapers, and they need to get a hobby. They need to do things like Scott's parents, get a place up in Marblehead, enjoy Put-in-Bay, etc. They just need something to do.
Anyway, that was totally off-topic, but I needed to let it out since it's on my mind and I feel bad about it. Tomorrow will be a big post on our house - hooray!
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