Petty Holiday Vent thread 2022

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Mine also brought so much half eaten food. They always do- like a third of a gallon of milk “for our coffee so we don’t waste your own milk”. As if we don’t have tons of milk along with fully stocked grocery stores. This time they brought the milk as usual, some small half empty container of heavy cream, a ziplock baggie of a small amount of sugar for their coffee (just regular sugar! Of which I have like 5lb!) and multiple have eaten packages of chips and crackers. They’re only going to be here 3 days. They came in with three grocery bags and a large cooler. My kitchen is not massive! And we don’t have an extra fridge or anything. The grocery bags have been on the floor against one wall along with the cooler.

They also stood in the kitchen and literally watched me do dishes this evening. No, we don’t have a kitchen island with stools, it’s just a square room kitchen with Shelves and counters and appliances. They stood in the middle of the room and watched , occasionally making small talk with each other. I finally said “I feel like I’m on display- did you need anything? I’m happy to scoot over if you need to grab a glass for a drink?”

[Anonymous]

My ILs also bring a ton of random food with them. This time they brought half a grocery store rotisserie chicken for example. I could tolerate it better if they would just quietly eat this stuff but they always insist on bringing half the ingredients to a meal then immediately running out to the store to purchase the other half, which they leave half-opened in my fridge and pantry. FIL also constantly follows us arounds and scolds when we throw out food, but he also never eats his own leftovers. So he will, for example, eat half a banana then leave it on the counter because “somebody else will want it” (nope. We don’t care for bananas, esp. half-eaten ones) and then the next morning instead of eating the other half he will go get blueberries or something. I hate to waste food too, but I manage it by not buying a ton of random crap and by eating my leftovers!!!

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Anonymous wrote:DH’s parents insist on mashed rutabaga in addition to all the actual good sides of a turkey dinner, so my house presently smells like dirt and ass.

My mom does too. She’s cooking it at her house but we’ll have to heat it up. Hate the smell.

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Anonymous wrote:DH’s parents insist on mashed rutabaga in addition to all the actual good sides of a turkey dinner, so my house presently smells like dirt and ass.

My mom does too. She’s cooking it at her house but we’ll have to heat it up. Hate the smell.

Is this a WWII holdover or something? The only time I can remember anyone eating rutabaga was in that American Girl story - Molly I think! The WWII one.

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Anonymous wrote:If we leave the room for even a few minutes, my ILs will just sit nervously on the couch. They never freaking relax here, no matter how many times we tell them here’s the WiFi password, here are magazines, we’re just going to put the kids to bed and it will be a few minutes. It’s like they can’t just do a crossword puzzle or read like normal guests left to their own devices for a little bit.

MIL has visited us in this house for 10 years and still not only asks if she may get herself a glass of water, she asks what glasses to use, as if we haven’t said “any glass you like” for 10 years.

goodness, parallel life to mine!

[Anonymous]

Dying at the food vents. My own aunt brought a third of a Domino's pizza, frozen God knows how long ago. Container of cottage cheese that is nearly empty. Half sleeve of saltine crackers. Tiny amount of milk " for my coffee". Several hard boiled eggs. We would be happy to provide this stuff!!

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Anonymous wrote:DH went out to buy the ONE singular gift he was assigned to buy (for his mom, but I told him what to get and I got his other family gifts!!) and I miscalculated how much butter to get and asked him to grab some while he was out. I specifically said “make sure it’s real butter, not margarine”. What did he come back with? Margarine of course.

Why are men?

I was at the Geriatric Giant (the one in McLean) and literally every male over 60 from the surrounding area was there trying to find stuff their wives had sent them to find.

Lots of inadvertent fat-free sour cream coming home.

PP here with the margarine DH and this made me chuckle! I also informed DH that he inadvertently bought margarine and he admitted he actually didn’t know the difference between butter and margarine. So many issues here… he’s FORTY TWO and doesn’t know the difference between butter and margarine and also he should’ve admitted this before he went to the store.

Also margarine keeps auto correcting to both migraines and margaritas which about sums up where I’m at right now lol

Wisconsin has/had laws against margarine - LAWS! How can he not know?!?

PP with margarine DH. We now live in KS. I guess we don’t have those laws? It was Blue Bonnet, which to his defense comes in sticks, but it’s not butter

[Anonymous]

I’m not spending the holidays this year with my large, very loud, and very argumentative family (that I love but drive me crazy) this year due to DH work conflicts, and was really looking forward to a nice chill nuclear family Christmas with my DH and teens but all my siblings are calling and texting me incessantly to share THEIR petty vents about the other siblings, their spouses, and our parents. So I’m getting second hand drama from 2000 miles away when all I want to do is watch tv and drink cocoa in peace.

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Anonymous wrote:My mom is refusing to host Christmas because I’m not speaking with my sister (we are 32 and 29 years old).

It cut off before I was done. So my grandparents are hosting Christmas, but they are ordering pizza. I’m pregnant and very emotional over this. My husband and I have decided to have our own Christmas feast.

I don’t blame your mom. She doesn’t need your drama ruining her holiday.

+1. I wouldn’t cook a nice meal for brats who can’t pull it together and be civil for the duration of a three-hour holiday gathering.

Oh, you're just like PP's ignorant mom. Neat. Thanks for letting us know.

What? You seem to have a reading comprehension problem. Let’s review:
A pregnant poster says she’s “very emotional” at the idea of having to celebrate Christmas with her grandparents who are just ordering pizza. So she decides to ditch the pizza dinner and plan something nicer with her husband. The implication is that her mom should be hosting that Christmas feast. But mom is not doing that because pregnant poster is refusing to talk with her sister. Apparently the mother doesn’t want to host if her daughters are being immature and not talking to each other.

Tell us how pregnant poster’s mom and the poster you quoted are “ignorant.” Dying to hear this logic.

No, sweetie, I’ll review for you.

PP and her sibling aren’t speaking for reasons you have NO idea about and which may be 100% valid. Your “immature” judgement is ridiculous and asinine, as you have no idea what the reason is. No, they do not need to come together and play pretend for three hours because her adult mother got her fee-fees hurt.

You’re welcome. Glad I could help.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:Mine also brought so much half eaten food. They always do- like a third of a gallon of milk “for our coffee so we don’t waste your own milk”. As if we don’t have tons of milk along with fully stocked grocery stores. This time they brought the milk as usual, some small half empty container of heavy cream, a ziplock baggie of a small amount of sugar for their coffee (just regular sugar! Of which I have like 5lb!) and multiple have eaten packages of chips and crackers. They’re only going to be here 3 days. They came in with three grocery bags and a large cooler. My kitchen is not massive! And we don’t have an extra fridge or anything. The grocery bags have been on the floor against one wall along with the cooler.

They also stood in the kitchen and literally watched me do dishes this evening. No, we don’t have a kitchen island with stools, it’s just a square room kitchen with Shelves and counters and appliances. They stood in the middle of the room and watched , occasionally making small talk with each other. I finally said “I feel like I’m on display- did you need anything? I’m happy to scoot over if you need to grab a glass for a drink?”

My mother in law, who I actually love dearly, puts whipped cream in her coffee. It's very strange because she's a tiny person who only eats healthy food. Anyway, she one flew across the country to see us with frozen whipping cream in her luggage. Like several containers. We live five minutes from a Safeway.

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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 am hard pressed to understand your complaint, unless it is, "I am too dumb to operate a coffee machine."

Seriously, Google and/or YouTube are your friends.

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Anonymous wrote:My mom is refusing to host Christmas because I’m not speaking with my sister (we are 32 and 29 years old).

Why aren't you speaking with your sister? What did she do?

If she wanted you to know, she’d have already told you.

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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...

Won’t work. They’ll just use cellular data.

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Anonymous wrote:DH went out to buy the ONE singular gift he was assigned to buy (for his mom, but I told him what to get and I got his other family gifts!!) and I miscalculated how much butter to get and asked him to grab some while he was out. I specifically said “make sure it’s real butter, not margarine”. What did he come back with? Margarine of course.

Because it's like that Far Side with the dogs. He heard blah, blah, blah, blah, margarine.

I love you. I laughed. Then I felt old.

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Anonymous wrote:DH’s parents insist on mashed rutabaga in addition to all the actual good sides of a turkey dinner, so my house presently smells like dirt and ass.

My mom does too. She’s cooking it at her house but we’ll have to heat it up. Hate the smell.

Is this a WWII holdover or something? The only time I can remember anyone eating rutabaga was in that American Girl story - Molly I think! The WWII one.

I think it was turnips with sugar and cinnamon. scrumptious!