I Have Totally Lost That Lovin’ Feeling
Having spent most of the weekend preparing for hosting Thanksgiving, I’ve spent more than a little time wondering why on Earth I agreed to do this. I love entertaining, for sure, but all of the prep involved in this is making me want to rip my hairs out of my head (and with losing most of them already, I am currently considering Rogaine for Women).
I’m fortunate, really, that my family is pretty drama-free overall and I am aware that this is a rarity. Even my in-laws, who may or may not have any idea what on Earth to do with someone like me, keep their opinions about this to themselves.
Now if you’ll excuse this sad excuse for a post (two excuses in one sentence. Score!), I’m off to clean the light socket covers and weep into my bleach wipes.
I totally share your pain. Only my grandma is incapable of keeping any opinion to herself. She is of the firm belief that nagging and snide comments are the only real way to show love. My house can be immaculate and she will find a flaw somewhere.
That’s rough. I guess I’m lucky that no one seems to bug me about that sort of thing. I, however, am my own worst critic, and will notice the most minute details in my own house. I can go to anyone else’s casa and ignore the piles of stuff around, but if my own microwave is slightly crusty, I get all hot and bothered. And not in a good way.
wow. score on having a drama free family. I plan on having one of those in my next life.
xo
My mother always told me to be sure I married an orphan. I managed to do that (well, ok, both the parents died after we got together, but pretty soon after, so it’s LIKE marrying an orphan). Means that all the family drama comes from my side. Luckily, there’s plenty to go around.
Also, Becky, my mother would love you. I have stopped cleaning for her arrivals. My house is not all that clean to begin with, but I used to make a special effort for her. Then came the time when I thought I had done it all. It was perfect. (pre-kids and no pets). So she ran her finger over the light bulb in one of my lamps and said “Hmph. You could have at least dusted the light bulbs!” Game over, Mom.
I am really lucky that all of the drama in my family has (finally) abated. Gail, I can see why your mom would say that, as I have heard plenty of horror stories about terrible drama-filled in-laws.
And wow, your mom is ROUGH about the cleaning. She’d be fine here if she didn’t go down to Dave’s office (which I call the Man Cave and refuse to clean. It’s a pit), if she did, her head might explode.