One week left

Just a short week left (as if any weeks are shorter than others when each of them has 7 days … I know) and we’ll be heading off to our annual camping trip with the sil.  I am just thrilled beyond words, mainly because my mil and fil aren’t coming!

I know I’ve spoken about how wonderful they are, they truly are great.  Even if my fil is a redneck and my mil is too bossy, I’ve always been able to take it in stride.  But that’s when we are at their house for 2 or 3 days.  This would’ve been an entire week again, like last year, where it got to be too much.  I truly wouldn’t expect dh to have the yearly holidays with my parents, why he ever expected me to have it with his I’ll never know.

Truly the holiday did start out as a big get together for his family.  But it seems that I was the only one to actually pop the bubble of tension that was pulsing in the air when I confronted the Princess and requested that she be over with her kids instead of letting them come by at 7 am and run wild.  It started a bit of a war I’d say, and truthfully I’d do it again. Yeah, sure, the outsider isn’t technically supposed to be the one to say anything, but this tight lipped family would let the elephant remain in the room forever.  Something I just won’t handle.  We all get along to an extent, that’s it, and to force us together for too long of a period makes it icky and I’m not screwing up my only holidays for my mil to feel good.  Not happenin.

So this year’s holidays are going to be spent sans excess sugar fixes from Gramma’s trailer, no volun-telling of what to do and where to do it (oh my favourite one is when she told me that it was ok that her granddaughter – Princess’ dd – go to the bathroom in my trailer, like hell it’s ok, if we can’t because it’d get too full in such a long trip, she sure as hell can’t – and just for the record, she did not get to use it).

I guess I’m just looking forward to the peace and quiet that comes.  We’ll camp with them another time, for a weekend somewhere, but not an entire week.

Off to a warehouse store to stock up.  That’ll end up being blog worthy material right there because I tend to sing while I shop and occasionally even break into dance with a dd or two right in the aisle.

Good times.