Well, as you probably guessed, I made it. The house is presentable. The food is all edible. The bedrooms were all ready. The children were in PJ's when they arrived. I feel so perky and capable. ;)
The family drama continues. Try to keep up. There are six siblings, ranging from 60 down to 40 years old. The youngest (and brattiest) will not be coming to Camp Barry because his wife doesn't want him to. After all, we don't love him or support him. And besides, his wife bought him tickets to the big NASCAR race in Charlotte on Sunday. Who knew that there were men that whipped by their wives in real life?
This caused the third sib (the oldest brother) to post an evil message on the youngest's Facebook wall -- something about being a bad brother, a worse father, and that God would make him pay for his sins. Something like that. I mean, sure he did abandon his child Up North, move to NC with his new wife and two kids, sever all contact with his son, and never pay another cent in child support. Sure, he is trying to make the family sell their parents' house to anyone at all, instead of letting the nephew rent-to-own it. Sure, he is totally manipulated by his evil wife. But apparently, his kids and co-workers have access to his Facebook page, and he's mortified.
What to do? What to do..? Hey, let you wife send a nasty, vicious email to all your siblings, detailing how each and every one has betrayed the others and the family in general. Let her lie unremorsefully about each and every one of your siblings and then -- listen closely -- let her sign your name to it. Oh yeah. That's a good idea. That's productive. That'll make them think you're a real man.
Of course, there's the possibility that he didn't know that she wrote the bad email. Oh well. I no longer care. I've officially had enough strurm and drang.
So we're off to the races!
1 comment:
Good luck!! We do family drama up right, so I can appreciate it from the sidelines.
Side comment re: killing yourself for houseguests. My husband and I had just had this conversation while I was getting ready for his parents' visit. He asked if I think they really believe we live this way. My thought is that everyone expects you to kill yourself and raise the bar impossibly high. If you chill and leave things pretty much as is, they STILL think you've killed yourself, but that you must live in a real rat hole if this is your company best. The big question: why does it matter so much?
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