Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Oh how l hated going to my ex’s families beach house.
They were a once wealthy family that was coming down a bit in the world. Most of them didn’t know how to cook or clean, or pretended not to know how, but they no longer had full time staff at the beach house. They would literally go hungry waiting for someone to bring food - like l once saw a group of 5 or 6 40 somethings all expect that someone else was getting dinner and then finally eating dry crackers, not even cheese. I had ordered pizza but just enough to feed my own family and the kids. I wasn’t ok letting the kids go hungry. It was so bizarre.
This would be such a good sitcom storyline.
Anonymous wrote:Okay, folks-I’m going to be on the frontlines tomorrow. An increasingly “gracious” series of emails re: dinners has been exchanged AND two of the teens (our family and another) are newly vegetarian, one adult newly gluten free and another “minimizing nightshades.” Wish me luck!
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:You forgot the one adult sibling who doesn’t watch their own kids and how another adult is suddenly in charge of several other children who are never well behaved.
I was this victim on two beach vacations. Folks me once shame on you, fool me twice shame on me. So there was never a third time. I never vacation with my sister ever again.
I think you and I have the same sister!
Anonymous wrote:Oh how l hated going to my ex’s families beach house.
They were a once wealthy family that was coming down a bit in the world. Most of them didn’t know how to cook or clean, or pretended not to know how, but they no longer had full time staff at the beach house. They would literally go hungry waiting for someone to bring food - like l once saw a group of 5 or 6 40 somethings all expect that someone else was getting dinner and then finally eating dry crackers, not even cheese. I had ordered pizza but just enough to feed my own family and the kids. I wasn’t ok letting the kids go hungry. It was so bizarre.
Anonymous wrote:"8. Consent to all dinner plans. But as game-time approaches, start to cook something else entirely. Take up a lot of burners; always somehow be in the way of the assigned chef. Claim the menu shift is due to dietary restrictions, but really you just want something else, and, like, it’s YOUR vacation, too, right? At least once, “remind” someone who’s already made you dinner that you have plans to eat out. Also, let the same two people do the dishes after every meal. If you’re one of them, sigh audibly. But say nothing (yet)."
I don't care that you're busy trying to get a meal for 18 people on the table, I'll just be taking over the oven because Larla needs her chicken nuggets NOW!!
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:They need to add “elderly relative who insists on cooking meals for everyone but has questionable food safety practices”. That always makes thing fun.
We have this relative (marinates raw meat loosely covered in the fridge, balancing precariously on top of produce) and she also vastly underestimates how much food to make so at least it gives us an excuse to head out for pizza!
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:This brought back a look of rage one brother had when another one brought a sheet tray size shrimp
Cocktail from
Costco into our rented family beach home. Last trip for everyone.
Hahahaha-why?
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:They need to add “elderly relative who insists on cooking meals for everyone but has questionable food safety practices”. That always makes thing fun.
We have this relative (marinates raw meat loosely covered in the fridge, balancing precariously on top of produce) and she also vastly underestimates how much food to make so at least it gives us an excuse to head out for pizza!