For family to drive you crazy!! Well, more crazy.
What is yours doing that drives you nuts (seasonal or not)?
Today mine is my MIL. She waaaaay overshares about her sex life. Really. I just don't need to know that you and your boyfriend have decided to open up your relationship because he can't/won't have sex anymore and you have a super-high libido. Good for you! Go forth and fuck! But don't tell me about it. And please, no more gifting of well-intentioned but totally inappropriate books about sex for me and my husband (your son!!). Ewww.
Dude, so gross.
My earnest entreaty to the universe is that my several family members coming through town keep their inappropriateness to a minimum. SIL gets in tonight. Fingers crossed.
Ha! So funny and disturbing!
For many years, my older sister and my mother would conspire with the Christmas issue of Gourmet magazine, and they would make the entire menu for our Christmas dinner. It was awesome. But then my older sister got tired of traveling only to get to my parents' house and be faced with doing 'work'. So the last year that we were able to have Christmas with them, she decided that we would have a family dinner out instead. I asked if the restaurant she was choosing was child-friendly, since the kiddos were only 2 and 5. It wasn't. The so-called family dinner required me to leave my children behind. My parents weren't going to argue with her about it, so we didn't go. It was rather harsh. I'm still bitter about it.
SIL leaves tomorrow, and we're all relatively unscathed. My dad (who has, shall we say, "self control issues" with what he views on his ipad when kids and other people with working eyeballs are in the room) gets in the day after Christmas. Fingers crossed again. The two actual holidays, wherein the only people at our house will be chosen family, are going to be blissful.
I've got no family around at all for the holiday except Mr. S and the kids. So it will be just us and really, so long as Mr. S keeps the bitchiness to a minimum (I don't know what crawled up his ass recently, but whatever it is is making everybody miserable), we're all good.
We're road-tripping it next week, so I hope he gets it out of his system before the 10 hours in the car on Wednesday. Otherwise vacation will be *really fun* this year.
My house is filling up. Everyone is on their best behavior but there are just LOTS of people in a small space which tends to make me a little claustrophobic. I'm hiding in a corner now in a self-imposed time out then I think there will be a walk around town which should be helpful.
Of course, there will be 8 more people in the house in 12 hours...breathe, breathe...
Y'all, I just give up. I think I realized this Christmas that I am an office to these people (oldest sister) and can never transition to being a person. Except I'm too tired between trying to be an awesome parent and an awesome professor to repress all of my human emotions for anybody else. I can't deal with it anymore. Maybe a big sister is "supposed" to be a certain person who is there for them all the time, but I don't have it in me anymore.
No matter how many times I try to explain to my mother that no matter how fancy the display of Christmas or Holiday lights, or where it is located (in a cave, in a hotel, in a box, with a fox) I don't give a damn. They're just lights. Last year we sat in a car in traffic for an hour and a half to go look at lights in a cave. Ask me how fun a four year old thought being strapped into his car seat, needing to pee, not moving for 1.5 hours was. Let's just say the lights weren't worth it. This year she's found a new variation on this, and no matter HOW MANY TIMES I say I DO NOT WANT TO GO she won't let it go. She can't just go with the people who want to go either. WE ALL HAVE TO GO. I feel like I'm 14 again and stuck going to the Precious Moments Museum in backwoods Missouri.
Also, they decided to get a birthday cake for "my birthday" I will not eat (I don't like chocolate ice cream).
Wow, mcg. She has a serious issue with controlling everything about you, doesn't she? So annoying.
Sometimes, my mom can't remember which of us likes/hates what. She once bought me a chocolate-raspberry birthday cake, forgetting that I hate that combo. The rest of the family liked it, so I didn't have to eat too much of it.