All Latinos With Big Families Will Understand The Emotional Rollercoaster That Is Hosting Thanksgiving
We all know what is going to happen next week. Every cousin, aunt, uncle, and stranger your family has ever met will be gathering in one house for Thanksgiving. It’s cool and all to have that happen but there is always a downside to that many people being under the same roof for that long. Here is just some of the stuff that is bound to go down when your familia is hosting the big meal.
Before anyone even shows up there will be air mattresses everywhere.
Your mom probably went to Target and bought every last one. It’s fine except you can’t get anywhere in the house without tripping over them.
Everyone manages to arrive at the same time and you spend hours greeting everyone.
You might ask yourself: “When did my family get so big?” The answer is that you family gets bigger every week and it just doesn’t make sense anymore. PS — you might also ask yourself: “Who are all these people?”
You realize that it’ll be a fight to keep your room.
Mainly because you know that your tíos with the new baby get dibs on all fully furnished rooms.
Let’s not even talk about the chaos that is going to the bathroom.
Everyone always has to pee at the same time and it is just one big mess. If Gloria spends another 30 minutes in there, you’re going to lose it and then you’re the one in trouble.
Inside you are feeling a little like this:
Nothing gets your blood boiling like when your cousin starts using your shoes without asking and for no reason.
But outwardly you know it’s in your best interest to be like this:
Calm. Poised. Collected. Not at all planning to sabotage the whole stay.
But, suddenly, things take a turn and you start to really enjoy everyone around you.
Maybe it is the holiday spirit. Maybe it is the food. All you know is that you are finally enjoying yourself and that’s great.
Seriously. The party is lit AF and you are here for it.
You: “No. I don’t mind listening to ‘Suavemente’ again for the fourth time!” And you actually mean that.
It isn’t long until some one busts out a guitar and then it is family karaoke time.
You rarely know the words but you sway along anyway.
By the end of the family trip you are so in love with your family that you can’t stand to see them leave.
And they will be back for Christmas and this cycle will repeat itself.