I'm still confused as to why Mrs. X is hanging out with my family.
Me too.
We had a family wedding to go to in Green Bay. When everyone's travel plans were being made about a month ago, my mom thought it would be a great idea if she "bonded" with her two girls while taking a 21 hour car ride back to Denver. I told her it was a bad idea. I told her I wasn't into it. She pressured me. I caved.
My mom got to Milwaukee two days earlier than me (my sister lives outside of Milwaukee) and called me in a state of panic saying that she was just going to fly back and didn't want to do the drive. I told her it was her idea and there was no way she was going to make me drive it alone. Hindsight, it probably would have been better had she left. But, the my sister's kids don't get too much "grandma time" so despite the irritation, it was probably good for them.
I thought since Kim and Helene are like oil and water that everyone would be doing all they could to get away from each other. But, it doesn't seem to be the case. Mostly, it's my sister's fault. My mom is hard to bear, but my sister is unreal. Mr. X, who is the most laid back person I know, can only take about a day of her.
I thought when driving here that everyone would be gone by today. We got here Wednesday, and had been together for a week, so I just assumed. My sister said she might leave Monday, but then she said she doesn't have to be back home for another week. Tomorrow, I'm going to step up the subtle hints up to "get the fuck out" gradually.
I almost lost it tonight. I cooked dinner and the girls didn't want to eat anything. They ended up eating mounds of rice with catsup. This was sanctioned by Kim (sister). I've been feeding them for two days, and they've been eating everything I've been giving them. After dinner, my sister said she would do the dishes and that I could "just pile everything up by the sink". I said something to the effect of "O RLY!?" and then got my storm under control. It took me at least an hour to cook everything, I went to the store specifically to buy food for dinner, the girls ate catsup and rice, and I can just pile the dishes up so you can easily load the dishwasher?
Time for the pain pill.