This Year's Thanks-killing

Awful as it may sound that was my Thanksgiving this year. Usually thanksgiving consists if my dad cooking for whatever segments of my family come to visit. The food is delicious and my family is pleasant and fun to spend time with. However, last year my dad took a break from cooking and we drove to Chicago in order to allow my dad's parents to cook. It was also fantastic and wonderful. This year's plan10s however were to go to the beach and have a beautiful and relaxing time but unfortunately that all changed. Since my mom's mother is moving my family found it oddly appropriate to spend the holiday helping grandmother pack her huge house filled with things from everyday since the 1970's. You may think I'm exaggerating, sadly however I am not. I spent the good portion of Wednesday going through all 1000 of here DVDs and then another 300 or so VHS tapes checking for extras and repeats and getting rid of as many tapes as possible. After packing all of those movies I was exhausted and so was my family. Here is where the "killing" part if the holiday comes in. My mother is opinionated and stubborn to say the least and her older sister is the same only slightly more vocal and likes to drink a lot more wine. My aunt married a very Italian man and to so the Italian blood rubs through the veins of my cousins is in understatement. So combine hours of packing exhaustation and some hit blood people and you are left with gnashing of teeth screaming and crying. Awful right? Wellrhr situation only intensified onto the next day (thanksgiving). The drama began to unfold at around 11 when three different people threatened to go home my grandmother cried and my brothers destroyed some 50-year old toy. When the dust finally settled and we wee seated around three different tables everyone was finally able to apologize. Especially when NY grandmother began to bawl a_nd so did my aunt and mother.
Usually the holidays with the Lain's are fun and eventful but this year was one if those exceptions when everything just seemed to go on steroids. In the end it wasn't so bad and I still do love the holidays but seriously I do not want another thanks-killing. Way too intense for me.