Tell me again…

why we entertain? tons and tons and tons of work.. for what?? a bitchy spouse and achy joints?

Granted, if the guests ever arrive we will all have a good time. But Father in Law told hubby an hour ago that they would be here in forty minutes… still no show, and a few minutes ago, FIL called and they had not even left their house yet. So, in the mean time I am cooking, cause we will feed the kids whether the guests are here or not. Partly cause I have a schedule I keep my kids on, and lateness is a rudeness that really really pisses me off. Really, what better way to tell someone that you think your time is much more important than yours than to be late?

ARGH!!! Off to go finish dinner…

our holiday

was spent at the inlaws house… sitting around doing nothing… while sister inlaw and her boyfriend went about their daily lives.. running errands, etc. at one point, leaving us alone with all their kids. let see… a 13 year old who thinks the world revolves around her, a really pretty sweet 9 year old and a 7 year old who is just spoiled rotten, and I do mean rotten!

Egg dying was done by the 13 year old, who wouldn’t let the other kids help…. then we hid 10 dozen plastic eggs. and the younger 5 went to find them. my 2 year old caught on quickly and had a blast, even if my 7 year old niece would steal the baby’s eggs.  All the kids did pretty well. We did cereal for breakfast… then the kids played and ran wild. we turned the dyed eggs into deviled eggs. and about 5 we had tri-tip for dinner, really great food. All three of my kids ate well, 7 year old niece didn’t touch hers, swore she wasn’t hungry, of course not, she had been steeling everyones candy all day long. (I had put my kids candy away long before this, plus, my children know to ask before they eat all the sugar in sight) we finially got out of there about 9:30 and in the hotel room with all three kids asleep by 10:30.

At least now all the in-law related parts of this trip are over, and now on to the vacation parts. My husband is planning on hitting parks and stuff on our way down the coast. He says down Hwy 1, Fisherman’s Wharf in San Francisco (all I hear every time he says that is SEAFOOD!!)  catching motels along the way. How many more hours in the car?

We have arrived….

and one brother wont’ be showing up, we knew this, his wife is heavily pregnant and can’t travel. Another brother, who didn’t make last year, won’t be here either, apparently he can’t make the 1.5 hr drive to see his brother who just made a 12 hr drive to be here for the holiday.

We are scheduled to go to the sister’s tonight for dinner. No clue what else is planned or going on, getting information out of my husband is like pulling teeth from a rabid bear. I have given up and when he starts bitching later about me not planning for something, I will remind him that he couldn’t be bothered to tell me what the plans were, so how in the hell could I prepare for them?

At least we are in a hotel room and not having to stay with anyone, so end of the day, and before things get moving… plus the baby’s nap time, I can come back to the hotel room and hide from the insanity that surrounds my husband’s family.

At least next year is scheduled to be at our place and they can show or not and I can’t be blamed for it. And… if they make me too nuts, I can retreat to my bedroom and hide.

a new definition of misery.

Time for the annual inlaw holiday…  they have chosen Easter… works for me, Easter was never big with my family, and I really don’t mind losing it. This is a fairly new tradition, only on year 2 and again, at least one of the siblings will be absent… at least we make the effort every year to show up, so they can’t claim we are ruining things.

This is the second year in a row that  Hubby has gotten sick just before leaving.. and I don’t mean a cold, I mean puking up your small intestines and shitting the rest. This year he was sick a little earlier than last year, by time to leave for the 12 hr car trip, he is feeling fine… but he has passed it on to me. *I* got to spend all the night before leaving in the bathroom… unlike him, what little sleep I got was on the couch, so that I didn’ t infect him with the death disease. So, this morning, we load up the truck and get on the road… All 3 kids seem fine. Thank God, I can’t imagine  this trip with 3 sick kids, that would be a new definition to hell, not just misery.

So far we are 8 hours into the drive, and stopped for the night, since I REFUSE to make the trip on one run anymore, Hubby is getting to old to make an all nighter like that and it terrifies me. Plus, he has this resteraunt that he just HAS to eat at every time he passes it… I could live without it… but he has even taught the kids to love it … <sigh> thankfully we only pass it once or twice a year.

Now  I just have to endure the week with the in laws… who after 11 years still treat me like an unwelcome guest in the family… Fun Shit… NOT.