My dad's 60th b-day today...and the family has started to arrive. Don't get me wrong, I love them, but...my cousin and her 3 kids under the age of 7 and their small dog, (in what universe is it a good idea to bring a dog with 3 small kids on a 4 hour road trip?!), and her husband who I really, really, REALLY don't get aong with are here. In fact, he's one of the only people I have ever met who actually makes me sick to my stomach when I see him.
*sigh*
And why the heck are they here at 11am?! The party isn't untl 6pm tonight! My poor mom is probably pulling her hair out trying to get everything finished with them all here. I should really emerge from our apt and crowd control the little beasts...but I'm not feeling so hot today and I can't quite imagine actually interacting with any of them right now lol
The downside to living next door to my parents I suppose...extreme guilt for not helping with everything all the time...including less-than-considerate relatives.