Does anyone know why visits with the parental units are so stressful?
Here are a few stress-inducing highlights:
Mom came in and said, "It's so clean." Then, she pulled out all my cleaning stuff, started dusting, and showed me how much dirt she's picking up. I. Can't. Win.
Or what about after an entire morning/early afternoon driving around and talking, I'm enjoying a few quiet moments on the sofa when she said "Why aren't you talking? How come we don't have conversations?"
Or maybe Dad trying to have the "You're going to be unemployed soon and will probably be depressed" talk. Um. Yeah. Thanks. That was almost as fun as the "dating" talk*.
But, even with all the stress and pressure, they are fun to be around (most of the time). So, here's the weekend rundown.
Friday evening. I cleaned (but not well enough, apparently).
Saturday morning. I cleaned more (see above parenthetical).
Saturday afternoon. We went to Target.** I spent a lot of money. Fortunately, I had a gift card. I can haz new shower curtain! YAY!
Saturday evening. We had dinner at Thai as Silver Spring. YUM. Then, we went home and watched Roman Holiday. Fun.
Sunday. After breakfast, we drove to two local farms which were open to the public as part of the Montgomery County Farm Tour. First we saw ALPACAS***:
The second "farm" was more like a glorified (and expensive) fruit stand. We bought peaches. And, then, because it was hot, drove home and sat in the A/C for the rest of the afternoon. There was a big thunderstorm, so, instead of going to Taste of Jerusalem for dinner, we ordered pizza. YUM. Then, we played Yahtzee! and watched The Producers.
This morning, I got up, got ready for work, and tried not to be overly irritated. How can people be so cheery so early in the morning? I just don't get it.
They should be leaving about now (9:30ish) to visit my Dad's brother (and wife) in Virginia.
As for me, I have my penultimate pottery class tonight. I have a few things to trim, a handle to pull, and maybe some glazing to do. Y is leaving for NYC sometime today, because his sister and niece are there. I think he'll be gone all week. *sigh*
Happy Monday, everyone. *smooches*
*For those of you who don't know: No, I am not out to my parents. Yes, I realize I am lying to them. No, I don't really care. Yes, I will eventually come out to them. No, I don't know when. Probably when I'm ready to deal with all the Christianity that will be thrown my way. Which may be a long time. Yes. I have issues. Who doesn't?
**This is a big deal for someone who doesn't have a car and likes to buy kitty litter in 30+ pound buckets.
***Sorry about the sweater, Amy.