Petty Holiday Vent thread 2022

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:We are headed back to my hometown to visit family. They don't live in an area where there is a hotel nearby and my mom's downsized house is too small to accommodate us.

That leaves my useless brother, whose entire existence is managed by SIL. They have never visited us in 20 years, or hosted overnight house guests. Not even their kid's friends.

They don't have an extra bedroom, which is fine. They do have a finished basement with a tv, ping pong table, and gym, which is where we will be staying. I asked about sleeping arrangements and he said DH and I and our teenage son could share the sectional sofa. They don't have any plans to set up a mattress or inflatable bed (money is not an issue).

So on top of loading up the car with our luggage, food, and gifts, we will also need to cram in an inflatable bed.

Beggars can’t be choosers. You’re the one who needs free lodging. And I find it hard to believe there’s not a hotel. It might be a 20-minute drive, but still. I regularly drive from DC to rural Indiana, and there’s not a 20-minute stretch in MD, PA, WV, OH, or Indiana that doesn’t have signs for a hotel.

Clearly you’ve never been out west before.

The location was never stated.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:My MIL lives with me temporarily due to some health issues. She began baking cookies three weeks ago. She left out one cookie per person after baking, then put the rest in tupperware and stored them in her room. I assumed she was saving them to give to friends or something. Low and behold, she brought them all out last night and declared that I don't have to bake any cookies for our Christmas Eve family & friends gathering because she has dozens of (rock hard, not very interesting) cookies. I'm still going to make cookies, but I'm trying to figure out ways to tell the guests to avoid the old cookies.

Awkward. I want an update on this one.

[Anonymous]

My mother sends me stuff to wear that's too big even though we've been the same size since I was a teenager.

My clown-size slippers just arrived. LOL.

She knocks it out of the park for my husband, my brothers, and all the grandkids. I'm glad I can laugh about it these days.

[Anonymous]

I'm so glad we gathered at my in-laws to watch everyone stare at their phones in the same room.

Anyone want to take the dog on a walk with us? No.
Play a game? No.

They don't even talk. Why are we here?

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:I'm so glad we gathered at my in-laws to watch everyone stare at their phones in the same room.

Anyone want to take the dog on a walk with us? No.
Play a game? No.

They don't even talk. Why are we here?

Story of my life!

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:DH communicates with his parents about exactly what we are making/providing and what we’d like them to bring (they offer), and he also reminds them that fridge and counter space are very limited.

Here they come again with their full-ass cooler of random, half-expired crap. They got pissy when DH told them flat out no, you can’t store an open can of Snapple in our overstuffed fridge; all this half-eaten stuff can stay in the cooler in the garage. Why they always feel the need to bring a small container of expired sour cream with one tablespoon remaining is beyond me. But at least he puts his foot down.

Mine do this too, and then they leave their disgusting leftovers. It's great motivation to clean the fridge, which is not something I would otherwise do.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:We’re at my SIL’s. I’m a coffee addict and usually power up with several shots of espresso during the first couple hours of the morning. SIL has two options for coffee: (1) single-cup pour over, which takes 7 minutes start to finish for one measly cup at a time, or (2) a $900 espresso machine you need an engineering degree to operate. I feel like the Goldilocks of coffee.

Get help for addiction, LOL!

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:DH communicates with his parents about exactly what we are making/providing and what we’d like them to bring (they offer), and he also reminds them that fridge and counter space are very limited.

Here they come again with their full-ass cooler of random, half-expired crap. They got pissy when DH told them flat out no, you can’t store an open can of Snapple in our overstuffed fridge; all this half-eaten stuff can stay in the cooler in the garage. Why they always feel the need to bring a small container of expired sour cream with one tablespoon remaining is beyond me. But at least he puts his foot down.

This is the content I’m here for. 😂😂😂😂😂

YES!! Much better than "oh no, they parked in my driveway, which is there for parking"

[Anonymous]

My husband's single/childless aunt called us crying because we will not be arriving at my in-laws until Sunday evening (we delayed our trip b/c both of our kids had the flu last week). She wanted to spend Christmas morning with us like we do every year. This is my husband's AUNT, it's not even his mom!!!

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:My in-laws want to host Christmas but don’t want us to come until 5 ( they’re local) and we’re having Chinese takeout. I don’t mind the takeout but we’ve got the whole day then will be rushing to do presents and dinner/dessert. I have to get up for work at 5am Monday so can’t stay late. We’re going to have a roast dinner at lunchtime at home just us…. Then go there.

This....doesn't sound rushed to me?

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:We’re at my SIL’s. I’m a coffee addict and usually power up with several shots of espresso during the first couple hours of the morning. SIL has two options for coffee: (1) single-cup pour over, which takes 7 minutes start to finish for one measly cup at a time, or (2) a $900 espresso machine you need an engineering degree to operate. I feel like the Goldilocks of coffee.

I would think you would be heaven PP with #2. You get to make many fancy cups right at home!

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:DH communicates with his parents about exactly what we are making/providing and what we’d like them to bring (they offer), and he also reminds them that fridge and counter space are very limited.

Here they come again with their full-ass cooler of random, half-expired crap. They got pissy when DH told them flat out no, you can’t store an open can of Snapple in our overstuffed fridge; all this half-eaten stuff can stay in the cooler in the garage. Why they always feel the need to bring a small container of expired sour cream with one tablespoon remaining is beyond me. But at least he puts his foot down.

This is the content I’m here for. 😂😂😂😂😂

+1 this one so cracked me up!!

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:I’m stressed about packing for vacation—it’s been a lot of work to plan and stuff purchased that we don’t normally have and much of it has gone missing since I bought it. Was expressing frustration I’ll need to go out to buy more tomorrow and husband announces that I’m such a complainer and he’s never ever ever ever ever going to plan another vacation. He has no concept how much work it is to actually plan a vacation. He just buys the plane tickets and expects me to do the rest.

Where are you going that you need to do so much planning and purchasing and how did things go missing? Need more content here, PP!

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:Not petty, but FIL just violently threw a library book all the way across the room and yelled at MIL that she hadn’t put it away. And then launched into a diatribe about how she retains printed paper for reuse on the blank side because people (eg my family) can see their private info. He may not be quite right in the head? My teens were stunned and no one said anything. I wish my husband would have but the moment just…passed. We just arrived last night and are here for a week.

Whoa, not petty and may be the force be with you

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:I'm so glad we gathered at my in-laws to watch everyone stare at their phones in the same room.

Anyone want to take the dog on a walk with us? No.
Play a game? No.

They don't even talk. Why are we here?

Story of my life!

I almost wish the wind would take out the internet.

I know where the router is...