Give me strength
My father in law announced (yes, announced, as in didn't bother to talk to anyone first, didn't bother to ask what plans we might have, didn't bother to do anything but make a fucking announcement) recently that he is coming back for a visit in April. He stayed with us for 2 weeks in November and left on Thanksgiving Day (because no one has plans on Thanksgiving Day, right, and you can take me to the airport any time I want?) -- he lives 10,000 goddamned miles away and has probably seen his kids a handful of times in his life and suddenly he wants to show up every other year and now, apparently, every 6 months. After two weeks of him in November, I was so ready for him to leave. And now, the way he's doing it this time, we just got an e-mail saying here's my itinerary and we'll be staying with you "if you don't mind" (sure, what the fuck am I going to say). The husband's birthday is in April and he said he wanted to go to Vegas, but it doesn't look like that'll happen now. And his sister said she wants to fly in and throw him a birthday party the weekend before his father comes in, AND I am going to be in San Diego for a conference during the last week of April so whatever. I guess whatever plans we wanted to make are out the window.
And another thing! This morning we got ANOTHER e-mail with a new itinerary. Now, instead of coming for 9 days he's apparently planning on staying SEVENTEEN DAYS. That's even longer than last time. AND his arrivel and departure dates and times are during the fucking workday and/or during fucking rush hour. AND he apparently has no plans to rent a car, just like last time, meaning he'll be pimping us for rides every evening when we come home from work and wanting someone to take him here, there and everywhere to visit people we don't give a shit about.
I think I'm gonna go stay in a hotel or something. LIKE HE SHOULD BE DOING. I can't talk to the husband about this, because although once his father is here I know he's going to be bristling about this, that or the other thing with his father, right now it's "he's family, he can come whenever he wants and stay as long as he wants." Mmm hmm. And what happens when you're saying "I'm gonna go over to my buddy so-and-so's house for a while?" Fuck that. I AM GOING TO BE THE ONE GOING TO MY FRIENDS' HOUSES! He tried to say "what if your dad wanted to come stay with us?" My response: "My dad would never just announce that he is coming and here are the dates and deal with it." So whatever. We are not going to agree on that.
17 days. Seventeen long, motherfucking days. I mean, he's a nice enough guy, but he comes in trying to be all fatherly to 3 kids who have never really known him as a father. They're like "whatever, dad." Hello, dad, the youngest one is 27 or 28, and the oldest is 31. They don't care what you think. AND the guy never shuts his yap. If he's awake, he's talking. The only good thing is he tends to sleep 'til noon. So from April 11th through April 28th this blog might be a very dark place. You've been warned. Actually, I take that back -- I will be in beautiful San Diego April 25th through the 29th, so I won't be here for the last 4 days of his stay and it won't be my problem. Too bad for the husband -- he wanted to join me in San Diego for the last few days of my stay there, but instead he can hang out with his dad, mmmkay? I figure I can chew up a lot of hours by 1) working out in the evenings instead of the morning; and 2) doing whatever I want or need to do around the house on the weekends in the morning and being fucking GONE during the afternoon. I think I'll be doing a lot of shopping during this time. I deserve something pretty for putting up with this!
GAH!
And another thing! This morning we got ANOTHER e-mail with a new itinerary. Now, instead of coming for 9 days he's apparently planning on staying SEVENTEEN DAYS. That's even longer than last time. AND his arrivel and departure dates and times are during the fucking workday and/or during fucking rush hour. AND he apparently has no plans to rent a car, just like last time, meaning he'll be pimping us for rides every evening when we come home from work and wanting someone to take him here, there and everywhere to visit people we don't give a shit about.
I think I'm gonna go stay in a hotel or something. LIKE HE SHOULD BE DOING. I can't talk to the husband about this, because although once his father is here I know he's going to be bristling about this, that or the other thing with his father, right now it's "he's family, he can come whenever he wants and stay as long as he wants." Mmm hmm. And what happens when you're saying "I'm gonna go over to my buddy so-and-so's house for a while?" Fuck that. I AM GOING TO BE THE ONE GOING TO MY FRIENDS' HOUSES! He tried to say "what if your dad wanted to come stay with us?" My response: "My dad would never just announce that he is coming and here are the dates and deal with it." So whatever. We are not going to agree on that.
17 days. Seventeen long, motherfucking days. I mean, he's a nice enough guy, but he comes in trying to be all fatherly to 3 kids who have never really known him as a father. They're like "whatever, dad." Hello, dad, the youngest one is 27 or 28, and the oldest is 31. They don't care what you think. AND the guy never shuts his yap. If he's awake, he's talking. The only good thing is he tends to sleep 'til noon. So from April 11th through April 28th this blog might be a very dark place. You've been warned. Actually, I take that back -- I will be in beautiful San Diego April 25th through the 29th, so I won't be here for the last 4 days of his stay and it won't be my problem. Too bad for the husband -- he wanted to join me in San Diego for the last few days of my stay there, but instead he can hang out with his dad, mmmkay? I figure I can chew up a lot of hours by 1) working out in the evenings instead of the morning; and 2) doing whatever I want or need to do around the house on the weekends in the morning and being fucking GONE during the afternoon. I think I'll be doing a lot of shopping during this time. I deserve something pretty for putting up with this!
GAH!
posted by PlatinumGirl at 8:51 AM
2 Comments:
I'll be arriving 3 March and will be staying for 296 days. "If you don't mind." Please pick me up at the airport.
;)
Ian: That is so funny. I think I feel better now that I got that out of my system. Personally, I think you'd make a more interesting house guest! 296 days is a long time, though. :0)
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