Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:My husband is Jewish. I was raised Christian and celebrate Christmas. He pretty much takes Hanukkah and I do Christmas. He took two stocking gifts out of our daughter’s stocking and said they were from him and is now acting confused about how that could have possibly happened. Twice he did it! The first was a seriously specialty gift that there was no way he would know she even had any interest in. I’m like holy cow, how’d you know this is hilarious I got her the same in her stocking, where’d you even find that? I had to order online. He couldn’t remember. I believed him. Then it happened again tonight and I’m like WTAF. Who does that?? This is a first for sure.
You need to set a trap for next year to catch him red-handed. Luckily you have two things in your favor: a year and the collective brain trust of DCUM.
Anonymous wrote:Will we turn into people who don't eat food when we're our parents' age??? Why don't old people eat? Why are they so weird about food?
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote: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.
Which is why we are team mom. Op knows she messed up and won't provide details because she knows.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:My parents have a big house. It used to be a small house built in the 1950's but they added several additions over the decades and now it had a large bizarre layout (some rooms have 2 doors, the kitchen is small and closed, there are 3 living rooms). But anyway, my petty vent is that they keep the heat at 66F to conserve energy. Today DH put the kids in long underwear to play inside.
Hah! I am 37 and keep the house at 59-61. If we crank it to 64, we are living large!
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:I don’t like poinsettias. Every year, my mom arrives with a poinsettia for me and then acts surprised that I don’t like it. I have told her repeatedly that I don’t like them. This year she brought me three small ones because she couldn’t find a big one like usual. Hooray.
My in laws don’t like dogs and every year I tell my MIL we have to keep the poinsettia she gives us out of reach and every year she puts it on the floor for “just a minute while I ________” we call it her annual attempted murder (and don’t worry we watch her like a hawk so we know when to get the dog out of the room)
Ooooh yeah we had this growing up with cats. My grandmother (mom’s mom) was afraid of and didn’t like cats. Lillies and poinsettias are very toxic to cats. What did grandma give us, a family with 2 cats, every Christmas and Easter? A poisonous to cats plant. My mom used to have to keep them (the plants, not the cats!) in the upstairs bathroom with the door closed.
This is a petty vent from last year but I got some poinsettias and my cats who hadn't paid any attention to plants before that went after them. Once I Googled and realized they were poisonous to cats I tried to give them away through a couple of Facebook groups. I specifically said I wanted to give them away because my cats were trying to eat them. I got all these replies and was thinking, wow, that was a breeze.
Nope.
All those jackwads were replying to tell me that poinsettias are toxic to cats. I finally deleted the posts and threw them in the trash.
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.
You need to set a trap for next year to catch him red-handed. Luckily you have two things in your favor: a year and the collective brain trust of DCUM.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:My husband is Jewish. I was raised Christian and celebrate Christmas. He pretty much takes Hanukkah and I do Christmas. He took two stocking gifts out of our daughter’s stocking and said they were from him and is now acting confused about how that could have possibly happened. Twice he did it! The first was a seriously specialty gift that there was no way he would know she even had any interest in. I’m like holy cow, how’d you know this is hilarious I got her the same in her stocking, where’d you even find that? I had to order online. He couldn’t remember. I believed him. Then it happened again tonight and I’m like WTAF. Who does that?? This is a first for sure.
You need to set a trap for next year to catch him red-handed. Luckily you have two things in your favor: a year and the collective brain trust of DCUM.
Anonymous wrote:My husband is Jewish. I was raised Christian and celebrate Christmas. He pretty much takes Hanukkah and I do Christmas. He took two stocking gifts out of our daughter’s stocking and said they were from him and is now acting confused about how that could have possibly happened. Twice he did it! The first was a seriously specialty gift that there was no way he would know she even had any interest in. I’m like holy cow, how’d you know this is hilarious I got her the same in her stocking, where’d you even find that? I had to order online. He couldn’t remember. I believed him. Then it happened again tonight and I’m like WTAF. Who does that?? This is a first for sure.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:To accomodate early afternoon football game we went to a movie at 11a this morning. There is nothing in the house to eat for lunch and mom expects my teens (and husband) to wait until 4:30p to eat (she and my dad only eat two meals a day). No lunch. We stopped for take out on the way home from the movie. Now I'm getting the side eye from mom because I won't follow her plan. I told her she can serve dinner at 4:30p, but, now she is worried we won't eat enough and she'll have too much food left over. I can not deal with her old lady rigidity regarding food and meal times. Vent done.
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