The oldest and her family arrived late last night. Mom, Dad and a 2-year old arriving around midnight.
Of course, the youngest and her partner started cooking 4 garlic bread pieces for 2 people right as the family was arriving - and they didn’t share when they were asked.
4 pieces for 2 people does not 4 pieces for 3 people make.
That is some bad parenting right there!
Oh well, you’ll figure it out.
I’m tired.
I already yelled at every one of you - apparently because I knew that there would be things to yell about. So I got it out of the way, because I can see the disaster happening before it does.
I’m tired.
When my youngest child and her partner took the oven drawer off the hinges two minutes before the guests arrived - and when putting said drawer back in became a major production between the two sweethearts, neither one of them is able to lift anything heavy, I yelled at them for doing this shit - every time! Every time!
There is zero consideration for my needs or anyone else’s. There is less than zero consideration. They actively interfere with the functioning of their surroundings. If there is something going on - anything at all - it seems to trigger a need to make food.
Or it’s random.
I don’t even want to remember last Thanksgiving! I don’t want to live that way in my own house. Let’s pretend I live here, too.
Then the Family shows up - and of course, best laid stupid Oma plans, the dog is barking her damn head off outside. Sorry, neighbors!
Daughter asks about “what’s going on with that plant situation over there”, and I get defensive. Because I am disappointed in myself - for the plant situation over there not working out. I had hoped against hope that by moving the plants out of my room, they’d live. Well, I was wrong.
Expectations.
I need to meet them differently. The children are not the enemy.
Today is a new day! Wish me luck!