Family Holidays

My family, like countless others are nuts. I am a quiet, laid back kind of a person but I am used to the chaos of my family. This year has been no different. We usually spend Thanksgiving with my dad's parents. They don't live far away or anything, only about 45 minutes, but my mom's mom lives in the same town as us, and we see her pretty often. We used to try to have lunch at my dad's parents and then dinner with my mom's, but we were always still full, and my mom felt so guilty about my Nana cooking that we just quit going over there, and usually got together sometime the weekend after Thanksgiving to celebrate my Papa's birthday on the 27th. This year my Papa has been in Florida and was coming home for the week of Thanksgiving, so my mom thought she would cook and have both sets of grandparents over to our house for Thanksgiving. Her parents were leaving on Friday the 27th, to go back to Florida for a cruise, and for the first time in her life, her parents were not going to be home for Christmas. So she wanted to be able to spend some time with her dad and her mom before they left. She told my dad's mom about what was going on and asked them to come over for Thanksgiving dinner at our house, but my maw-maw said NO! She said that they would just go out and eat or something, and maybe she would cook and we would come over later or over the weekend. Not very likely, my mom was ticked. She was very hurt and angry. My mom does a lot for others, and she always makes sure that my grandparents get to see us, by taking us to visit them, without my dad and other things she does. So she was very hurt. She told my Nana and Papa that she would cook for them, but my Papa said NO, we would just go out to eat at Cracker Barrell or someplace else. On Wednesday night, my dad was talking to his mother, and she told him that she had been cooking all day, and that even if we didn't get to come out there and eat with them, that he should make a trip over there to pick up the food that would be left. There are only two of them, and she had cooked for all of us, even though my mom had told her we would not be there. I thought that would be the end of it, but on Thanksgiving morning, my Maw-Maw called my mom, who did not answer, my brother, who did not answer, and my dad, who did not answer, but she left a message for him. A message of guilt, that she had cooked all of this food, and she hated to see all of it go to waste and she hoped we could come over later that day or maybe Friday. My mom was seeing red by then, but always feeling sorry for others, told my dad that he should take me and my brother out to his mom's house to eat Thanksgiving dinner with her. My dad and I did go, which I hope made my grandmother happy. My mom and brother went out to eat with our other grandparents, who would have been happy no matter what had happened that day. Everyone got fed and everyone had someone to visit with.
My mom on the other hand is still ticked, so it is anybodies guess at what will happen at Christmas.