Nothing can bring out the worst in you like a big family gathering. Most family gatherings last a day, maybe two. But no. Not mine. Mine lasted 4 long days and nights. Everyone FINALLY cleared out by 10 am Sunday. Things did not go as well as I had hoped. Maybe I expected Norman Rockwell...and well, what I got was Jerry Springer. On Wednesday, the first wave of family arrived; my saintly grandma, whom I love VERY much, my Aunt Donnie, her daughter in law, daughter and 2 grandchildren; my other cousins Jesse and David and my Uncle Laten (brother to Aunt Donnnie) That went ok. Other than the 2 month old baby crying all during the night EVERY night, it was fine. oh and the 2yr old walking around making spills and rearranging the christmas tree, yea, it was fine. Grandma helped me cook the big, yummy Thanksgiving meal. Dad was in the hospital from Tuesday through Friday, so he missed a lot of the, um, fun.
BUT the true fun began Friday night when my brothers showed up. YES. IN case you are keeping count...that was 9 more people in an already crowded house. Things got ugly at that point. You see, my bachelor brother found him a girl friend. and well, lets just say, she would never make it in a Norman Rockwell painting. More like a Jerry Springer sound bite.
She brought with her two daughters and a 9 month old god-son. She refused to eat the entire time she was here. In fact Friday night, she left and got a motel room. Fine. I can certainly understand that. I may have done the same thing. She returned Saturday AFTER my Florida relatives left. So the rest of the weekend, it was just me, dad, my brothers and their families.
Without going into a lot of family gossip, suffice it to say, things did not go well. She and my brother did not like it when I said they could not share a bed (they are unmarried). They didnt like it when I asked them to stop groping and kissing(deep kissing) in front of the children and me. And I certainly did not enjoy seeing her boobies and all her tats. If I wanted to see that much boob, I'd go buy me a playboy or just stand in front of the mirror and lift my shirt.
I mean, really, why put a shirt on if you are going to let your girls hang out for all to see. A waste of good material if you ask me.
Oh so much more went on...but I just dont have the strenght of heart to hash it out here.
My heart truly hurts. I am a people pleaser. I love having people over and playing the hostess. I want people to feel welcomed in my home. This is the first time I have regretted inviting someone, and the first time someone has refused my hospitality, disrespected my house 'rules' and basically said they didnt want to become to begin with and will never return again.
So, there, ya go.
THey are all gone.,
I have cleaned my house from top to bottom, washed all sheets, towels and rugs. My house is back in order.
The next time I start feeling lonely, and feeling sorry for myself, I am going to remember this weekend and enjoy my solitary life.
BUT the true fun began Friday night when my brothers showed up. YES. IN case you are keeping count...that was 9 more people in an already crowded house. Things got ugly at that point. You see, my bachelor brother found him a girl friend. and well, lets just say, she would never make it in a Norman Rockwell painting. More like a Jerry Springer sound bite.
She brought with her two daughters and a 9 month old god-son. She refused to eat the entire time she was here. In fact Friday night, she left and got a motel room. Fine. I can certainly understand that. I may have done the same thing. She returned Saturday AFTER my Florida relatives left. So the rest of the weekend, it was just me, dad, my brothers and their families.
Without going into a lot of family gossip, suffice it to say, things did not go well. She and my brother did not like it when I said they could not share a bed (they are unmarried). They didnt like it when I asked them to stop groping and kissing(deep kissing) in front of the children and me. And I certainly did not enjoy seeing her boobies and all her tats. If I wanted to see that much boob, I'd go buy me a playboy or just stand in front of the mirror and lift my shirt.
I mean, really, why put a shirt on if you are going to let your girls hang out for all to see. A waste of good material if you ask me.
Oh so much more went on...but I just dont have the strenght of heart to hash it out here.
My heart truly hurts. I am a people pleaser. I love having people over and playing the hostess. I want people to feel welcomed in my home. This is the first time I have regretted inviting someone, and the first time someone has refused my hospitality, disrespected my house 'rules' and basically said they didnt want to become to begin with and will never return again.
So, there, ya go.
THey are all gone.,
I have cleaned my house from top to bottom, washed all sheets, towels and rugs. My house is back in order.
The next time I start feeling lonely, and feeling sorry for myself, I am going to remember this weekend and enjoy my solitary life.
2 comments:
Umm, hello, instead, just invite your best friends the Corbins over.
BTW, you are HILARIOUS, but I AM sorry you had some much drama at your house for the holiday!!
I was feeling sorry for myself because I seemed to find myself "alone" this holiday. And then you had to go through this. I'm sorry that something you were looking forward to had to turn out this way.
Next time when you invite the Corbins over don't forget the Carmichaels!
Love ya,
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