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[nny]

I'm on my dad's laptop while the family is asleep, plans for shopping thwarted by the fact that it's actually cold outside and my little sister is an expert at sleeping (I am incredibly fine with this, I have a story to write). It has been a thoroughly and sincerely lovely family Christmas, with games and food and almost entirely no fighting so far, but I did end the day having to make my older sister a flow chart explaining when it is and is not appropriate to be rude about Christmas presents. She's 32.

Mostly I haven't let the whole family thing get to me so far. We have a terrible habit of regression when we all get together, acting like five year olds and squabbling pathetically, getting upset when we shouldn't and such. I just wish they wouldn't use the things I have to work hardest at (being nice and sensible and fair even when they're toerags) as insults. :D

Ah well; I can hide in my room buried under the first three books of ASoIaF and wait for Idris Elba driving racing cars on the telly tonight.

Possibly I shall wear my new reindeer onesie.

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[in_the_blue]

Someone much wiser than me said that family is the last place any of us grow up. When we go back and visit it as adults, we fall right back into the pecking order that was established during our childhood.

That goes for parents, too. I'm glad you're not letting it get to you.

(There are reasons I moved 3000 miles away from family.)