Thursday, November 15, 2007

So I threw a totally mature and TOTALLY called for pissy hissy fit today. Yep. Totally mature too.

See previous post about in laws.

Today my hubby added this to my list of "101 reasons those people fucking suck":
"my brother doesn't think his kids should have to sit for 6 hours in the car to some up here."
WHA? But it's ok for MY kids to sit in the car for 6 hours to go DOWN THERE?
Um. No. Fuck you and your pony too.
And I told hubby that. He left the house near tears because all he wanted was to have a nice family holiday with his family. *Which he tries about every other year and they always piss in his Wheaties.*

So I called him up and said, cut work short, do whatever you have to do, but you need to get your ass back here so we can talk before you go to work.

See here's the deal and this is what I told him.

I don't know how many holidays I have left. I mean really, who does? Have someone slap a terminal label on you and try that on for a reality check. I do not want to spend my last remaining holidays fighting tooth and nail over every single detail with those people. I really don't care if it's 20 holidays or 2. DONE. The latest thing she's ALREADY pissed about... and people, we're talking about Christmas not Thanksgiving, is the fact my hubby offered to go get his brother, his girlfriend, and their kids the day ahead so *GASP* we could spend some TIME with them. No shit. Total fit. I accidentally (it was!) told her that hubby and bro had talked about that, and, no shit, she called the brother after 9 last night to have a FIT at him. Butt hurt because we had invited the brother to come a day ahead and not them. Duh?
So I took back my holiday. Rather forcefully and without mercy. Selfish, hell yes. I'm sick to death of hating Christmas, a holiday I used to love, because these people are drama mamas.
So. No crap. No drama. And I will throw them out, no problem. Holiday by my rules.
1. Brother and GF and kids may come the day ahead, but will leave when the in laws do.
2. In laws may arrive after 11 on Christmas eve but may stay as long as they like..that day.
3. No adult gifts.
4. I'm cooking dinner. If what I fix you don't like, there is a McDonald's on your way out of town. No you cannot help or bring anything.

Not playing by the rules can and will probably result in an expulsion from the game.

Hubby did a good job relaying the rules. I don't think he wanted me to do that. Ha. Chicken. He's trying really hard to have a decent Christmas too, with us, but including them. They've pretty much robbed his enjoyment of the holiday too and he's sick to death of it.

They can go back to their bickering and bitching when they leave.

3 comments:

Kentucky Girl said...

Oh fuck that. Go to Hawaii for Christmas. :)

Mad Groupie said...

Dear God, those people never cease to amaze me with the shit they come up with. KG's right, go to Hawaii..and fuck'em

Alaskan Dave Down Under said...

Let's all meet in Tonga and have a big ole beach party!

I like the rules, btw. I guess I need to go back through your archives to get a "feel" for your inlaws... then again, maybe not.