Guilt Trip

So, I worked until 1 am the day of Thanksgiving. I went home, I called my family, and explained that I wouldn't be coming home. No inclement weather to prevent it, but it's a six hour round trip for me to spend less than 24 hours with my family. I'd be tired, cranky, and pissed off that I had to come home so soon. Plus, it is supposed to snow Friday morning, which means I would have trouble getting home.

I cried while explaining this to her at 1 am. She tried to convince me otherwise, and finally said she'd call and talk to me about it the morning.

So, she called in the morning and I explained, again, why I wasn't coming home. So, she put my Dad on the phone. I explained it to him. We argued a little. I pointed out that I really wanted to see them, I just didn't think it would be a good idea.

He started crying. Not loudly, not open, but quiet, lets-make-Inyanna-feel-guilty tears.

So, guess where I am? Yup. Back home, in Hickville. I'm glad I got to see everyone. I'm glad I've got my laptop back. I feel bad for Jen, who was stuck having Thanksgiving at work, and is now sitting at home by herself.

And I wish I didn't have to go home tomorrow. I'm tired, I'm cranky, I don't want to drive three hours tomorrow to go back to work. I'm glad I got to see everyone.

But, I'm pretty sure tomorrow, I won't think it was worth it.