For fun: Let's be the worst Thanksgiving ever

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I'm the large bottle of partially consumed gin your 22-year-old niece brought and plopped on the counter. Assuming she intended to make herself a cocktail, you asked her if she wanted something to go with it. Later in the day when she left, you told her not to forget to take me with her, to which she replied, "oh, you want me to take it with me?" She explained that I was a hostess gift, grumbled, and took me with her.

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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.

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?

Still not sure you can comprehend what I’ve written. I like the kids just fine. It’s their parents that I don’t particularly like. The kids are kids, but who repeatedly never lift a finger when visiting are jerks. My only guess is that you also think you’re one of those adults.

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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.

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?

Still not sure you can comprehend what I’ve written. I like the kids just fine. It’s their parents that I don’t particularly like. The kids are kids, but who repeatedly never lift a finger when visiting are jerks. My only guess is that you also think you’re one of those adults.

Oh, I know. You’re my dad who has a grown son who never thinks of anyone’s needs or wants but his own, and instead of realizing you might have messed up, you’re blaming your eldest daughter for setting boundaries. You can’t be my mom, because she’s finally seen how selfish you and your wife are and have given up on you providing any support as she ages.

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I am the $4 clearance turkey at Walmart, hoping in vain that someone wants a do-over.

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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?

Still not sure you can comprehend what I’ve written. I like the kids just fine. It’s their parents that I don’t particularly like. The kids are kids, but *adults* who repeatedly never lift a finger when visiting are jerks. My only guess is that you’re one of those adults.

Ugh, I hate myself for continuing to engage, but I had to fix my stupid typos. Clearly I need new glasses.

Will disengage soon, working on those boundaries.

Back to your regularly scheduled DCUM Thanksgiving venting…

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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?

Still not sure you can comprehend what I’ve written. I like the kids just fine. It’s their parents that I don’t particularly like. The kids are kids, but who repeatedly never lift a finger when visiting are jerks. My only guess is that you also think you’re one of those adults.

Oh, I know. You’re my dad who has a grown son who never thinks of anyone’s needs or wants but his own, and instead of realizing you might have messed up, you’re blaming your eldest daughter for setting boundaries. You can’t be my mom, because she’s finally seen how selfish you and your wife are and have given up on you providing any support as she ages.

How many of you crazy aunts are there???

[Anonymous]

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Anonymous wrote:I am my MIL's low-cholesterol mashed potatoes. Recipe: Mash potatoes with hot water.

oh no. I love mashed potatoes. Sacrilege.

+1 Quelle Horreur! I put so much butter in 9 pounds of potatoes, that I pre-cut it and put it in a bowl with high edges and sort of cover it with a dish towel so no one gets a good look at like 12 sticks of butter. I also pre-pour heavy whipping cream to heat, so no one sees it’s not 2 percent milk.

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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?

Still not sure you can comprehend what I’ve written. I like the kids just fine. It’s their parents that I don’t particularly like. The kids are kids, but who repeatedly never lift a finger when visiting are jerks. My only guess is that you also think you’re one of those adults.

Oh, I know. You’re my dad who has a grown son who never thinks of anyone’s needs or wants but his own, and instead of realizing you might have messed up, you’re blaming your eldest daughter for setting boundaries. You can’t be my mom, because she’s finally seen how selfish you and your wife are and have given up on you providing any support as she ages.

Jesus take it elsewhere. You are killing the thread. Most of it is fun and dumb made up scenarios.

[Anonymous]

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Anonymous wrote:I am my MIL's low-cholesterol mashed potatoes. Recipe: Mash potatoes with hot water.

oh no. I love mashed potatoes. Sacrilege.

+1 Quelle Horreur! I put so much butter in 9 pounds of potatoes, that I pre-cut it and put it in a bowl with high edges and sort of cover it with a dish towel so no one gets a good look at like 12 sticks of butter. I also pre-pour heavy whipping cream to heat, so no one sees it’s not 2 percent milk.

This is that worst thing in this whole thread. Mashed potatoes are my favorite.

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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?

Still not sure you can comprehend what I’ve written. I like the kids just fine. It’s their parents that I don’t particularly like. The kids are kids, but who repeatedly never lift a finger when visiting are jerks. My only guess is that you also think you’re one of those adults.

Oh, I know. You’re my dad who has a grown son who never thinks of anyone’s needs or wants but his own, and instead of realizing you might have messed up, you’re blaming your eldest daughter for setting boundaries. You can’t be my mom, because she’s finally seen how selfish you and your wife are and have given up on you providing any support as she ages.

Jesus take it elsewhere. You are killing the thread. Most of it is fun and dumb made up scenarios.

Seriously. I am your spinster sister-in-law and I am sitting in the corner pouting and spewing nonsense about my brother and his wife on a parenting forum (did I mention I am single with no children and I’m on a parenting forum?) because I am sad and lonely. Sob, sob, woe is me.

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I am the turkey. I recognize that I am both the star of the show and the least tasty dish because very few people can cook me without drying me out. It is sad, much of me will be thrown out, but I’ll take my once annual shining day of glory. I’ll take it!!! ❤️

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I’m your uncle, who eats endless cocktail shrimp over the big serving bowl of cocktail sauce, so any drips from my mouth return safely and neatly to the bowl, for myself and others to enjoy later.

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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?

Still not sure you can comprehend what I’ve written. I like the kids just fine. It’s their parents that I don’t particularly like. The kids are kids, but who repeatedly never lift a finger when visiting are jerks. My only guess is that you also think you’re one of those adults.

Oh, I know. You’re my dad who has a grown son who never thinks of anyone’s needs or wants but his own, and instead of realizing you might have messed up, you’re blaming your eldest daughter for setting boundaries. You can’t be my mom, because she’s finally seen how selfish you and your wife are and have given up on you providing any support as she ages.

Jesus take it elsewhere. You are killing the thread. Most of it is fun and dumb made up scenarios.

Seriously. I am your spinster sister-in-law and I am sitting in the corner pouting and spewing nonsense about my brother and his wife on a parenting forum (did I mention I am single with no children and I’m on a parenting forum?) because I am sad and lonely. Sob, sob, woe is me.

DP. Get help. Team maiden aunt (even though I have two kids of my own).

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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.

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?

Still not sure you can comprehend what I’ve written. I like the kids just fine. It’s their parents that I don’t particularly like. The kids are kids, but who repeatedly never lift a finger when visiting are jerks. My only guess is that you also think you’re one of those adults.

Oh, I know. You’re my dad who has a grown son who never thinks of anyone’s needs or wants but his own, and instead of realizing you might have messed up, you’re blaming your eldest daughter for setting boundaries. You can’t be my mom, because she’s finally seen how selfish you and your wife are and have given up on you providing any support as she ages.

Jesus take it elsewhere. You are killing the thread. Most of it is fun and dumb made up scenarios.

Seriously. I am your spinster sister-in-law and I am sitting in the corner pouting and spewing nonsense about my brother and his wife on a parenting forum (did I mention I am single with no children and I’m on a parenting forum?) because I am sad and lonely. Sob, sob, woe is me.

I am the sibling who thinks unmarried/childless women are less than. Spinsters should thank me for helping them find meaning by babysitting my kids for a few bittersweet moments in their otherwise empty lives. I would never dream of asking my parents or other siblings to babysit my kids all day.

- signed, married mom who would never ask my childless sister to babysit my kids

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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.

They’re not our kids. They’re yours. Deal with it or don’t have them. No one owes you childcare in exchange for a holiday meal. Grow up.