Thursday, September 27, 2007

Fucking family

Posted by: Bow Down.

You know, I've been writing a lot about my in laws on here. I only do it because they give me so much amo. My husband has this family member who doesn't live in our state. This person likes to drive to our city for a night, to get drunk and party. Usually this means they sit at my house getting trashed in the hours before, then go out, come stumbling home, waking me up and then leave in the morning. When they leave there are piles of beer cans, stains on the carpet, liquor bottles, a messy guest room and bathroom. I am sick of this. I am the most frustrated because to me, unless you are coming to town to see someone you shouldn't stay with them. I can understand once but 4-5 times now this person has come here for no reason other then to party. Not to spend time with us, or hang out just to party. If all you are doing is coming here to party then go stay somewhere else.

My husband’s parents do this shit to. I've mentioned his mom does the dishes (ick) but that is it. Her idea of cleaning doesn't include wiping counters or putting away plates of food or generally doing any actual cleaning at all. This means that last time they left, I had stains all over my white counters, plates of food left out and so on. I was totally appalled.

And although they always say they are coming here with the intentions of seeing the family they never actually spend any time with the family. Instead they rush through family time so they can run off and gamble. In fact, last time they went so far as to invite my parents over for breakfast the next morning and then wake up and be so ancy to go gamble they tried to skip breakfast all together and just go to the casino. After seeing that I clearly needed to eat, and one other family member needed to eat to take his meds, they said fine we can eat at the casino, and never thought to call and cancel with my parents. (i would have done so but I was unaware of the invite until three days later). After breakfast two of them were so busy gambling they couldn't even come give us a proper goodbye. So they hadn't seen their grandson in 6+ months I think closer to 8 but it was more important to gamble then to come and say good-bye.

On top of all of this, the only time they come to visit us is on our sons birthday and then one other time for Christmas. Other then that they assume it is our responsibility to drive there and see them. We are young, can't afford that much gas money and time off work to drive there just to hear that his dad has to go fishing and his mom has to go out with her friends. In the end it turns out to be a wasted trip because they end up spending zero time with my son and then the next thing I know we are paying for more gas and coming home leaving me thinking, what the fuck just happened.

The final straw though was this last birthday when they came up. They had the following complaints. The people who chose to sleep in the guest room really seriously complained that I did not have a flat sheet. Let me explain my guest bed to you. When I was little we were poor and I slept on one of those little kid fold out couches as a bed. When I was in 8th grade my parents started a business and came into some money. The first thing they bought me was a bed. It is a queen size pillow top ultra comfy bed. Seriously people, I've had people ask to spend the night with me just to spend a night in this bed. On top of the bed, is a 600.00 feather bed (yes you read right). The cover on this is imported fabric from Italy aprx 800+ thread count Egyptian cotton and hand sewn together by Scandia Down (go ahead and check out that place some time, it is the best quality bedding ever). On top of that is a feather duvet, that also cost as much as a car. Again it is covered in the highest quality bedding. Since I had that, I have never felt it was necessary for a flat sheet as it would just get kicked to the bottom and the cover on that is so soft I would never ruin that by using a flat sheet. My pillowcases all match and are the same material. I have 4-5 sets of bedding for this bed so it gets washed after every visit, and generally I wash it if it sits for to long unused. So you can imagine how totally appalled I was when they had the nerve to complain about the bed. They told me the feather duvet was to heavy so I pulled out a plush Ralph Lauren quilt that I use in summer that cost me no less the $300.00 and is one of the damn softest things ever on the planet. They were appalled that I wanted them to use that with out a flat sheet, and they thought I should have washed it out of taking it down from the guest room closet, never mind it had been washed before being put there. Then his uncle complained about the pillowcase I gave him for his pillow. It was a fucking Hotel Collection 600 thread count Egyptian cotton pillowcase. Please tell me what the fuck you can find to complain about that. PLEASE! In the morning I was left with a destroyed guest bed, blankets all over my couch and pillows everywhere. Blankets on my floor, dirty counters, dirty kitchen table and a disgusting guest bathroom.

Then they wanted to take leftovers home with them. I have a bad habit of leaving my Tupperware at work and I only have two left in my house that my husband uses for his lunch. They gave me snarky looks and made snide comments because I suggested they put the food on a paper plate and cover it with foil for the trip home. What the fuck was I thinking!

Now let me tell you what would have happened if any single family member of mine had stayed over. The kitchen would have been left so immaculate it would put a cleaning service to shame. The bathroom would be so clean you could eat of the toilet seat. The guest sheets would have been washed and put back on the bed. The living room would have been immaculate. My fridge would have been cleaned out. My garage would have been cleaned and my carpets vacuumed.

2 comments:

Sassy said...

Oh my good God I think I would fucking die if I were you. I don't know how the hell you are around these people! Good thing you love your husband cause I think they would all have had snipers on their asses long before now! I just don't understand how anyone can go to someone else's house and leave it in an up roar. I feel bad when people don't let me help with the dishes. You poor thing....

Anonymous said...

Dude can your family come stay with ME? YOUR family.. not your husband's icky gross family.

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