My inlaws got here yesterday: MIL, FIL, BIL. I just wrote a long post in which I detailed my every complaint about their stay so far, but I deleted it. It was just too petty and lame. Suffice it to say that it's the same old song and dance. They do so many nice things--clothes for the kids, nice things for me--but they are totally disrespectful of my space and how I do things. I'm tired of thinking about it and writing about it. I don't know how to change it, so my mantra is "It's only a weekend, it's only a weekend . . . "
I could really use a tall, decaf, nonfat, no whip, extra-hot, two-pump Peppermint Mocha right about now.