Hubby sent out an e-mail explaining that since we don’t have a lot of vacation, wouldn’t it be nice if they would be able to visit when J was here. That way it would be a wonderful “family” get together.
Well, it does make sense, since we’re taking off time to spend with J, that they might as well just come at the same time, since we would have more people as the “tag-team” allowing others to flee and get some down time from them. It would be perfect.
Well, not so perfect, because you see, they have a prior commitment that week. They help with an event, and the event happens to be that week. M has graciously volunteered to stay home while B flies out and spends time with the kids. She’ll just stay home and do what needs to be done while most of the family can be together and have fun... don’t worry about her, she’s sure there will be other times before they die that everyone can get together... not a problem... she’ll be fine.
Oh good lord!
Now hubby is in a quandary. Do we allow B to come out by himself and then suffer through M calling and moaning about not being with the “kids”, suffer through B moaning about how he wishes the “whole family” could be there. Or do we move the visit to another week?
The reason we pick that particular week is because Monday is a holiday, which means we have to take less vacation. If we move it to the week after, will J be able to make it (since that will fall right on that lovely September 11th timeframe when nobody wants to fly). Even if we do move it, they won’t be happy. They’re never happy. They are THE MOST MISERABLE people I’ve ever met in my entire life! There is always something to complain about, no matter how perfect, no matter how planned, SOMETHING is never “just right” with them.
I realize I’m off on a rant about this (because they drive me to be like this) but I really don’t see why hubby bends over backwards to please them, when these people WILL NEVER be pleased about anything. We actually got into a “discussion” about this on the way out to dinner. I tried to point out the futility of it all, but he started getting upset, so I dropped it. I’ve decided that I’m not going to ask when, where, or why. Maybe he’ll tell me when they’re showing up, maybe he won’t regardless, I’m not making any vacation plans because at this point, I’m thinking that going to work while they’re here may be the way to go at this point. Frankly, since I’ll already be out of town, maybe staying out of town would be the way to go ☺
Well, it does make sense, since we’re taking off time to spend with J, that they might as well just come at the same time, since we would have more people as the “tag-team” allowing others to flee and get some down time from them. It would be perfect.
Well, not so perfect, because you see, they have a prior commitment that week. They help with an event, and the event happens to be that week. M has graciously volunteered to stay home while B flies out and spends time with the kids. She’ll just stay home and do what needs to be done while most of the family can be together and have fun... don’t worry about her, she’s sure there will be other times before they die that everyone can get together... not a problem... she’ll be fine.
Oh good lord!
Now hubby is in a quandary. Do we allow B to come out by himself and then suffer through M calling and moaning about not being with the “kids”, suffer through B moaning about how he wishes the “whole family” could be there. Or do we move the visit to another week?
The reason we pick that particular week is because Monday is a holiday, which means we have to take less vacation. If we move it to the week after, will J be able to make it (since that will fall right on that lovely September 11th timeframe when nobody wants to fly). Even if we do move it, they won’t be happy. They’re never happy. They are THE MOST MISERABLE people I’ve ever met in my entire life! There is always something to complain about, no matter how perfect, no matter how planned, SOMETHING is never “just right” with them.
I realize I’m off on a rant about this (because they drive me to be like this) but I really don’t see why hubby bends over backwards to please them, when these people WILL NEVER be pleased about anything. We actually got into a “discussion” about this on the way out to dinner. I tried to point out the futility of it all, but he started getting upset, so I dropped it. I’ve decided that I’m not going to ask when, where, or why. Maybe he’ll tell me when they’re showing up, maybe he won’t regardless, I’m not making any vacation plans because at this point, I’m thinking that going to work while they’re here may be the way to go at this point. Frankly, since I’ll already be out of town, maybe staying out of town would be the way to go ☺
