Well, we went to my parent's house for Thanksgiving.  Things went pretty well.  My oldest brother only made me cry once.  My dear husband said he was surprised it took so long before it happened.  Being the youngest of a very screwed up family is not easy, even as an adult.  It would just be nice if each of my family members could be civil for just a few hours.  Oh well.  The children had a good time and it really could have and has been worse.  Being with my family just makes it clear to me that I'm doing the right thing by raising my children so differently than the way my parents did it.  It is wonderful to have such a supportive husband, when I know he would rather be anywhere but around "the in-laws".  Thank you, sweetie.  I love you!  You complete me.