For fun: Let's be the worst Thanksgiving ever

[Anonymous]

At ex’s house with one other family. Food great, ex sucked. Lost a kid at the playground afterwards. Estranged from my parents. Yup.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:I'm your Gen Z brother, who brings a bottle of wine as a host gift, but then says since nobody opened it he'll take it back to regift somewhere else.

See also: my 50+y.o. ex husband.

[Anonymous]

I hope that the nanny to toddler to ER is brilliant satire. Although I do know a woman who called her housekeeper at home, after hours, asking the housekeeper to come out to her house in the suburbs to put her ten year old to bed because he wouldn't listen to his mom.

[Anonymous]

I’m your local IL’s SUV. I’m packed with huge shopping bags of
aluminum foil wrapped casseroles, a styrofoam cooler, an electric hot plate, dish towel wrapped desserts and random Thanksgiving decor. I’m backed into your drive way and my passengers take their sweet time and require assistance unloading. My passengers are already 45 minutes late.

They’ll spend more time unpacking each item, waving away help, finding room for the hot plate and rearranging my set up and then asking me where serving spoons and other accessories are.

Dinner is disappointingly late.

[Anonymous]

I am the woman who bI considered my best friend who invited me to her parents' house for Thanksgiving, only to inform me, once we'd arrived, that my job was to keep her mother and stepfather apart so that they wouldn't kill each other.

And then my friend's ex showed up. She was there with me and her current boyfriend. Her family was ecstatic in welcoming the ex, while the current boyfriend and I tried to quietly disappear.

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Anonymous wrote:I am the couch you are sleeping on, as the 30-something, unmarried, childless aunt, since your brother, his wife, and his loud, unruly children have taken over the multiple bedrooms in your parents’ house.

I am the loud, unruly children, with parents who sleep in and then don’t feed us, and instead rely on grandma and the unmarried aunt to do all the child-related stuff all weekend.

I am the hotel reservations made by the 30-something, unmarried, childless aunt, for the next “holiday at home”.

I can see why you are unmarried and childless. You should have been in a hotel this whole time.

You’re ignorant.

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What an awesome aunt, not even helping a bit and giving parents a break once or twice a year for the holidays. When I was an unmarried aunt, I loved every minute of it and my sister and BIL appreciated that I recognized it was a rare opportunity for them to take a little more time for themselves.

DP. I've never had the chance to be an aunt (SIL and BIL decided against children), but.... some people have really busy lives and need a break themselves. They don't need to spend their vacations babysitting somebody else's kids.

I consider it "payment" for spending the weekend in my home. Don't like it? Get a hotel room.

I hope you are playing along and don’t really personally mean this.

As an aside, as the “poor friend”, I paid my way on many “rich friends” family vacations by babysitting the drug addict brother, bulimic sister, suicidal cousin, demented grandmother, or creepy uncle. The work it entails is never fully acknowledged and in the end the person you are “paying” still feels like they gave you the gift of hospitality rather than you working for it. As a junior in college, I discovered a real work-stay exchange and had an amazing week abroad with well-defined duties and hours, none of which were onerous.

Pp here, no, of course I’m not being literal but I AM under the impression that if you’re visiting for the holidays, you want to spend time with all of the family members, including the children. Why would the single sister even visit if she doesn’t like or want to spend time with half of the people who live in the house?

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Anonymous wrote:I'm your Gen Z brother, who brings a bottle of wine as a host gift, but then says since nobody opened it he'll take it back to regift somewhere else.

Okay, so oddly enough I did this as a 50 something woman! Husband and I brought our hostess wine(several bottles). And one very good one that is special. They did not use much of our wine and I took the special bottle back because it was more to be enjoyed together and explained rather than just providing for them for a random Wednesday night dinner.

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Anonymous wrote:I am the couch you are sleeping on, as the 30-something, unmarried, childless aunt, since your brother, his wife, and his loud, unruly children have taken over the multiple bedrooms in your parents’ house.

I am the loud, unruly children, with parents who sleep in and then don’t feed us, and instead rely on grandma and the unmarried aunt to do all the child-related stuff all weekend.

I am the hotel reservations made by the 30-something, unmarried, childless aunt, for the next “holiday at home”.

I can see why you are unmarried and childless. You should have been in a hotel this whole time.

You’re ignorant.

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What an awesome aunt, not even helping a bit and giving parents a break once or twice a year for the holidays. When I was an unmarried aunt, I loved every minute of it and my sister and BIL appreciated that I recognized it was a rare opportunity for them to take a little more time for themselves.

DP. I've never had the chance to be an aunt (SIL and BIL decided against children), but.... some people have really busy lives and need a break themselves. They don't need to spend their vacations babysitting somebody else's kids.

I consider it "payment" for spending the weekend in my home. Don't like it? Get a hotel room.

I hope you are playing along and don’t really personally mean this.

As an aside, as the “poor friend”, I paid my way on many “rich friends” family vacations by babysitting the drug addict brother, bulimic sister, suicidal cousin, demented grandmother, or creepy uncle. The work it entails is never fully acknowledged and in the end the person you are “paying” still feels like they gave you the gift of hospitality rather than you working for it. As a junior in college, I discovered a real work-stay exchange and had an amazing week abroad with well-defined duties and hours, none of which were onerous.

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Moochers get what they get. You can’t contribute in some way? Stay home.

You never have guests. You only have clients. So sad.

No, sweetie, I host family. And in our family, everyone helps. No one sits around like a Princess who expects endless cooking, cleaning, shopping, and entertaining without so much as bringing a bottle of wine and playing one board game with nieces and nephews.

Sweetie, I’m the aunt in the original scenario and we were not at my brother and SIL’s house. And the only ones who were acting like a Prince and Princess were my brother and SIL, who, when visiting my parents sit around, expect everyone else to do the cooking, cleaning, shopping, entertaining, and child-minding simply because they deigned to bring their children to our parents’ house. Of course my parents had every right to give me the couch and the children a room, but that meant I just dealt with it next time by staying in a hotel and leaving them to deal with the kids alone in the morning. Also, I did plenty with my nieces and nephews, despite never being asked or thanked.

Still not quite sure why you’re so cranky about my sucky family dynamics. Also still not quite sure why I’m trying to clarify. Those are the perils of a long weekend with too much “free time” I suppose…

It’s like you don’t think your nieces and nephews are part of your family.

[Anonymous]

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Anonymous wrote:I'm your Gen Z brother, who brings a bottle of wine as a host gift, but then says since nobody opened it he'll take it back to regift somewhere else.

Okay, so oddly enough I did this as a 50 something woman! Husband and I brought our hostess wine(several bottles). And one very good one that is special. They did not use much of our wine and I took the special bottle back because it was more to be enjoyed together and explained rather than just providing for them for a random Wednesday night dinner.

What? No!! It was a gift. You don’t take gifts back because they weren’t used how you wanted them to be used.

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Anonymous wrote:I'm your Gen Z brother, who brings a bottle of wine as a host gift, but then says since nobody opened it he'll take it back to regift somewhere else.

Okay, so oddly enough I did this as a 50 something woman! Husband and I brought our hostess wine(several bottles). And one very good one that is special. They did not use much of our wine and I took the special bottle back because it was more to be enjoyed together and explained rather than just providing for them for a random Wednesday night dinner.

That’s weird. I hope no one saw you. Don’t bring special bottles that require explanation unless you’ve arranged in advance to do so.

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Anonymous wrote:I am the couch you are sleeping on, as the 30-something, unmarried, childless aunt, since your brother, his wife, and his loud, unruly children have taken over the multiple bedrooms in your parents’ house.

I am the loud, unruly children, with parents who sleep in and then don’t feed us, and instead rely on grandma and the unmarried aunt to do all the child-related stuff all weekend.

I am the hotel reservations made by the 30-something, unmarried, childless aunt, for the next “holiday at home”.

I can see why you are unmarried and childless. You should have been in a hotel this whole time.

You’re ignorant.

Not the quoted app

What an awesome aunt, not even helping a bit and giving parents a break once or twice a year for the holidays. When I was an unmarried aunt, I loved every minute of it and my sister and BIL appreciated that I recognized it was a rare opportunity for them to take a little more time for themselves.

DP. I've never had the chance to be an aunt (SIL and BIL decided against children), but.... some people have really busy lives and need a break themselves. They don't need to spend their vacations babysitting somebody else's kids.

I consider it "payment" for spending the weekend in my home. Don't like it? Get a hotel room.

I hope you are playing along and don’t really personally mean this.

As an aside, as the “poor friend”, I paid my way on many “rich friends” family vacations by babysitting the drug addict brother, bulimic sister, suicidal cousin, demented grandmother, or creepy uncle. The work it entails is never fully acknowledged and in the end the person you are “paying” still feels like they gave you the gift of hospitality rather than you working for it. As a junior in college, I discovered a real work-stay exchange and had an amazing week abroad with well-defined duties and hours, none of which were onerous.

m

Moochers get what they get. You can’t contribute in some way? Stay home.

You never have guests. You only have clients. So sad.

No, sweetie, I host family. And in our family, everyone helps. No one sits around like a Princess who expects endless cooking, cleaning, shopping, and entertaining without so much as bringing a bottle of wine and playing one board game with nieces and nephews.

Sweetie, I’m the aunt in the original scenario and we were not at my brother and SIL’s house. And the only ones who were acting like a Prince and Princess were my brother and SIL, who, when visiting my parents sit around, expect everyone else to do the cooking, cleaning, shopping, entertaining, and child-minding simply because they deigned to bring their children to our parents’ house. Of course my parents had every right to give me the couch and the children a room, but that meant I just dealt with it next time by staying in a hotel and leaving them to deal with the kids alone in the morning. Also, I did plenty with my nieces and nephews, despite never being asked or thanked.

Still not quite sure why you’re so cranky about my sucky family dynamics. Also still not quite sure why I’m trying to clarify. Those are the perils of a long weekend with too much “free time” I suppose…

It’s like you don’t think your nieces and nephews are part of your family.

DP. She obviously wanted to talk to the adults. Not spend 100% of her time babysitting.

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Anonymous wrote:I am the couch you are sleeping on, as the 30-something, unmarried, childless aunt, since your brother, his wife, and his loud, unruly children have taken over the multiple bedrooms in your parents’ house.

I am the loud, unruly children, with parents who sleep in and then don’t feed us, and instead rely on grandma and the unmarried aunt to do all the child-related stuff all weekend.

I am the hotel reservations made by the 30-something, unmarried, childless aunt, for the next “holiday at home”.

I can see why you are unmarried and childless. You should have been in a hotel this whole time.

You’re ignorant.

Not the quoted app

What an awesome aunt, not even helping a bit and giving parents a break once or twice a year for the holidays. When I was an unmarried aunt, I loved every minute of it and my sister and BIL appreciated that I recognized it was a rare opportunity for them to take a little more time for themselves.

DP. I've never had the chance to be an aunt (SIL and BIL decided against children), but.... some people have really busy lives and need a break themselves. They don't need to spend their vacations babysitting somebody else's kids.

I consider it "payment" for spending the weekend in my home. Don't like it? Get a hotel room.

I hope you are playing along and don’t really personally mean this.

As an aside, as the “poor friend”, I paid my way on many “rich friends” family vacations by babysitting the drug addict brother, bulimic sister, suicidal cousin, demented grandmother, or creepy uncle. The work it entails is never fully acknowledged and in the end the person you are “paying” still feels like they gave you the gift of hospitality rather than you working for it. As a junior in college, I discovered a real work-stay exchange and had an amazing week abroad with well-defined duties and hours, none of which were onerous.

m

Moochers get what they get. You can’t contribute in some way? Stay home.

You never have guests. You only have clients. So sad.

No, sweetie, I host family. And in our family, everyone helps. No one sits around like a Princess who expects endless cooking, cleaning, shopping, and entertaining without so much as bringing a bottle of wine and playing one board game with nieces and nephews.

Sweetie, I’m the aunt in the original scenario and we were not at my brother and SIL’s house. And the only ones who were acting like a Prince and Princess were my brother and SIL, who, when visiting my parents sit around, expect everyone else to do the cooking, cleaning, shopping, entertaining, and child-minding simply because they deigned to bring their children to our parents’ house. Of course my parents had every right to give me the couch and the children a room, but that meant I just dealt with it next time by staying in a hotel and leaving them to deal with the kids alone in the morning. Also, I did plenty with my nieces and nephews, despite never being asked or thanked.

Still not quite sure why you’re so cranky about my sucky family dynamics. Also still not quite sure why I’m trying to clarify. Those are the perils of a long weekend with too much “free time” I suppose…

It’s like you don’t think your nieces and nephews are part of your family.

DP. Are you my SIL and BIL who get mad at their parents and siblings for not providing babysitting coverage for their whole visit, because they think parenthood somehow bestows on them the right to relax with multiple glasses of wine the whole time? Also because their kid is so special (more special than our kids, apparently), that anybody would be lucky to spend a whole day in their company.

Otherwise it’s hard to figure out why you’re so invested in this.

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Anonymous wrote:I am the couch you are sleeping on, as the 30-something, unmarried, childless aunt, since your brother, his wife, and his loud, unruly children have taken over the multiple bedrooms in your parents’ house.

I am the loud, unruly children, with parents who sleep in and then don’t feed us, and instead rely on grandma and the unmarried aunt to do all the child-related stuff all weekend.

I am the hotel reservations made by the 30-something, unmarried, childless aunt, for the next “holiday at home”.

I can see why you are unmarried and childless. You should have been in a hotel this whole time.

You’re ignorant.

Not the quoted app

What an awesome aunt, not even helping a bit and giving parents a break once or twice a year for the holidays. When I was an unmarried aunt, I loved every minute of it and my sister and BIL appreciated that I recognized it was a rare opportunity for them to take a little more time for themselves.

DP. I've never had the chance to be an aunt (SIL and BIL decided against children), but.... some people have really busy lives and need a break themselves. They don't need to spend their vacations babysitting somebody else's kids.

I consider it "payment" for spending the weekend in my home. Don't like it? Get a hotel room.

I hope you are playing along and don’t really personally mean this.

As an aside, as the “poor friend”, I paid my way on many “rich friends” family vacations by babysitting the drug addict brother, bulimic sister, suicidal cousin, demented grandmother, or creepy uncle. The work it entails is never fully acknowledged and in the end the person you are “paying” still feels like they gave you the gift of hospitality rather than you working for it. As a junior in college, I discovered a real work-stay exchange and had an amazing week abroad with well-defined duties and hours, none of which were onerous.

m

Moochers get what they get. You can’t contribute in some way? Stay home.

You never have guests. You only have clients. So sad.

No, sweetie, I host family. And in our family, everyone helps. No one sits around like a Princess who expects endless cooking, cleaning, shopping, and entertaining without so much as bringing a bottle of wine and playing one board game with nieces and nephews.

Sweetie, I’m the aunt in the original scenario and we were not at my brother and SIL’s house. And the only ones who were acting like a Prince and Princess were my brother and SIL, who, when visiting my parents sit around, expect everyone else to do the cooking, cleaning, shopping, entertaining, and child-minding simply because they deigned to bring their children to our parents’ house. Of course my parents had every right to give me the couch and the children a room, but that meant I just dealt with it next time by staying in a hotel and leaving them to deal with the kids alone in the morning. Also, I did plenty with my nieces and nephews, despite never being asked or thanked.

Still not quite sure why you’re so cranky about my sucky family dynamics. Also still not quite sure why I’m trying to clarify. Those are the perils of a long weekend with too much “free time” I suppose…

It’s like you don’t think your nieces and nephews are part of your family.

DP. Are you my SIL and BIL who get mad at their parents and siblings for not providing babysitting coverage for their whole visit, because they think parenthood somehow bestows on them the right to relax with multiple glasses of wine the whole time? Also because their kid is so special (more special than our kids, apparently), that anybody would be lucky to spend a whole day in their company.

Otherwise it’s hard to figure out why you’re so invested in this.

I posted about it twice and only because it sounds like she doesn’t like the kids, not sure why you’re so defensive?

[Anonymous]

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Anonymous wrote:I'm your Gen Z brother, who brings a bottle of wine as a host gift, but then says since nobody opened it he'll take it back to regift somewhere else.

Okay, so oddly enough I did this as a 50 something woman! Husband and I brought our hostess wine(several bottles). And one very good one that is special. They did not use much of our wine and I took the special bottle back because it was more to be enjoyed together and explained rather than just providing for them for a random Wednesday night dinner.

You are tacky beyond.

[Anonymous]

I feel sorry for the toddler that had to go to the ER with the nanny.