Anonymous wrote:This one is not off to a good start. Picked 80 yr old parents up at DCA today. In the 20 minute drive home from airport found out:
1. Dad has been diagnosed with terminal cancer
2. Mom has signs of dementia and is in denial about Dad’s diagnosis
3. They need place to stay for 6-9 months due to damage to their home

And while the above was being discussed, my college senior in the backseat received a phone call to get a rejection for the job she’d been waiting to hear back about.So instead of discussing topics 1-3, my, apparently inherited, avoidance techniques kicked in and we all spent the rest of the drive home discussing the job rejection instead of topics 1-3…

“What kind of company calls to reject you at 4:30 on Thankgsiving Eve???” (Grandpa)
- The kind of company you DEFINITELY don’t want to work for. (Me)

“Why couldn’t they wait and call you on Friday or Monday?” (Grandma)
- Because they work 100 hours a week and didn’t realize tomorrow is a holiday. (DH)

“Don’t they know she is a workhorse who doesn’t know when to stop?” (Grandpa)
“And a smart, kind, beautiful Ivy League grad?” (Grandma)

And so and so on until we arrived home and I realized how incredibly thankful I am to have both of my parents, my children and spouse together one last time for the holidays.

Anonymous wrote:Hey, it’s me, the small ball of phlegm in your dad’s throat that causes him to “hmm-HMMM” clear his throat literally every 20 seconds between the hours of 5:30 a.m. and 7:30 a.m. What’s that? You were trying to sleep? “HMMMMM-AHRGHEM!”

Anonymous wrote:This one is not off to a good start. Picked 80 yr old parents up at DCA today. In the 20 minute drive home from airport found out:
1. Dad has been diagnosed with terminal cancer
2. Mom has signs of dementia and is in denial about Dad’s diagnosis
3. They need place to stay for 6-9 months due to damage to their home

And while the above was being discussed, my college senior in the backseat received a phone call to get a rejection for the job she’d been waiting to hear back about.So instead of discussing topics 1-3, my, apparently inherited, avoidance techniques kicked in and we all spent the rest of the drive home discussing the job rejection instead of topics 1-3…

“What kind of company calls to reject you at 4:30 on Thankgsiving Eve???” (Grandpa)
- The kind of company you DEFINITELY don’t want to work for. (Me)

“Why couldn’t they wait and call you on Friday or Monday?” (Grandma)
- Because they work 100 hours a week and didn’t realize tomorrow is a holiday. (DH)

“Don’t they know she is a workhorse who doesn’t know when to stop?” (Grandpa)
“And a smart, kind, beautiful Ivy League grad?” (Grandma)

And so and so on until we arrived home and I realized how incredibly thankful I am to have both of my parents, my children and spouse together one last time for the holidays.

Anonymous wrote:This one is not off to a good start. Picked 80 yr old parents up at DCA today. In the 20 minute drive home from airport found out:
1. Dad has been diagnosed with terminal cancer
2. Mom has signs of dementia and is in denial about Dad’s diagnosis
3. They need place to stay for 6-9 months due to damage to their home

And while the above was being discussed, my college senior in the backseat received a phone call to get a rejection for the job she’d been waiting to hear back about.So instead of discussing topics 1-3, my, apparently inherited, avoidance techniques kicked in and we all spent the rest of the drive home discussing the job rejection instead of topics 1-3…

“What kind of company calls to reject you at 4:30 on Thankgsiving Eve???” (Grandpa)
- The kind of company you DEFINITELY don’t want to work for. (Me)

“Why couldn’t they wait and call you on Friday or Monday?” (Grandma)
- Because they work 100 hours a week and didn’t realize tomorrow is a holiday. (DH)

“Don’t they know she is a workhorse who doesn’t know when to stop?” (Grandpa)
“And a smart, kind, beautiful Ivy League grad?” (Grandma)

And so and so on until we arrived home and I realized how incredibly thankful I am to have both of my parents, my children and spouse together one last time for the holidays.

Anonymous wrote:It’s me, your normally sweet children who slept poorly last night and are may be coming down with something! I’m going to bite little cousin Larlo and throw up on the kitchen floor.

Anonymous wrote:I am the TV at impossibly loud levels so that BIL can hear the game over everyone talking and the kids screaming and the switch game and the other TV with the World Cup on.

Anonymous wrote:I’m the double mattress your ILs bought in 1985 and that you’re sharing with your spouse for the next 3 nights. I’m friends with the bathroom that 5 adults and 3 kids are sharing.

Anonymous wrote:The ambulance wails,
No! Grandma on a stretcher.
Yes, salmonella.