S's parents are in town. They're staying up with S's brother (who has moved into a duplex after he and his wife separated) for a little over a week, and then they're coming down here for a week or so. Thus far, I still have a good attitude about it. However, this year there are mitigating factors that didn't exist last year:
- Last year there were EIGHT freaking people staying with us for two weeks. And 6 of them essentially invited themselves.
- We had moved in 6 months previously and still had a very long to-do list (we still do, but we're down to the big expensive things now).
- We canceled cable this year. No more Fox News!!!! YES!!!! Since that's pretty much all S's parents watch (at epic volume), I will be so so sad not to hear any yelling from the TV and toward the TV. :-)
- The bragging. I seriously do not understand why parents of multiple children brag about their other children toward the inferior child. If that isn't what it is, it's really what it feels like. We get to hear about the saintly brother and sister and how wonderful THEY are doing. At least this year, with brother-in-law cheating on sister-in-law (against the Catholic church, mind you), either they are going to have some really good spin or the bragging about S's brother will ebb a bit. They will likely overcompensate by bragging about the sister, so I'm not sure we'll get around the whole "Your siblings rock, you suck" speeches.
- With S's father's double bypass, hopefully he's been eating better and feeling better, which means he might not be as edgy.
- I'm feeling slightly less edgy due to there being only 2 people coming (instead of 8), we've made more progress on the house, feeling a bit more settled in, etc.
Their ETA is only about a week away. I always feel like it's parents weekend at college. I want to pretend we don't live like heathens that eat dinner in bed most days and have perfectly kept up closets. Or at least create the illusion. With my mother, it's a foregone conclusion that I'm a horrible housekeeper. After all, I don't fold my dirty clothes. My mother folds her DIRTY clothes. Do most people do this? I think it's very weird, but she always has folded her dirty clothes. And she washes her dishes completely before she puts them in the dishwasher. I don't get it, never have, she doesn't understand how I can live so slovenly (although most people say I'm a tad on the compulsive side). Before S's parents arrive, we have to get the guest bedroom ready, the water saving shower head put on, the cobwebs removed, etc. And don't forget yardwork. I swear, after you turn 60, you begin to be obsessed with yards. S's family loves to critiques lawns like my mom loves to critique my dirty dishes and dirty clothes.
Next house: studio apartment, so no one can stay with us.