as i've noted previously, my family invades today for the second time since thanksgiving. mrs. shockey gets very, stressed over hosting these deals. my parents and other relatives are bringing virtually everything, from the jewish deli, wine, HUGE paper goods, desserts, etc.
my folks are incredibly helpful. but also a HUGE pain in the butt. we told EVERYONE to be here at 4. mrs. shockey, with her plate overloaded loaded with getting our three sons to various games, bar mitvahs and such, and with little to no cooperation from our three idiot sons -- i'm disabled and useless -- is a cleaning demon up to kickoff. that's her craziness, but that's how it is. much yelling and screaming at the boys ensues, right up until kickoff.
so what do my folks do? arrive at 3:05 to "help set up." we never asked for help. your invited at 4, show up at 4, dammit.
father of shockey: "could you send the boys out to help us bring in the stuff?"
me: "what the eff are you doing here? i told you 4!!"
father: "your mother wanted to help set up."
me: "eff that! get lost until 4!!"
father: "well, send out the boys to at least get the stuff."
AARRGGHH!!
mrs. shockey to me: "you couldn't tell me they were coming early?"
me: "i didn't effin' know!!"
WHAT A FREAKIN' CIRCUS!!
and i loooove the holidays. really, i do. but what are my parents thinking? this is all i'm going to hear about after everyone's gone.
my folks are incredibly helpful. but also a HUGE pain in the butt. we told EVERYONE to be here at 4. mrs. shockey, with her plate overloaded loaded with getting our three sons to various games, bar mitvahs and such, and with little to no cooperation from our three idiot sons -- i'm disabled and useless -- is a cleaning demon up to kickoff. that's her craziness, but that's how it is. much yelling and screaming at the boys ensues, right up until kickoff.
so what do my folks do? arrive at 3:05 to "help set up." we never asked for help. your invited at 4, show up at 4, dammit.
father of shockey: "could you send the boys out to help us bring in the stuff?"
me: "what the eff are you doing here? i told you 4!!"
father: "your mother wanted to help set up."
me: "eff that! get lost until 4!!"
father: "well, send out the boys to at least get the stuff."
AARRGGHH!!
mrs. shockey to me: "you couldn't tell me they were coming early?"
me: "i didn't effin' know!!"
WHAT A FREAKIN' CIRCUS!!
and i loooove the holidays. really, i do. but what are my parents thinking? this is all i'm going to hear about after everyone's gone.