Holidaaaay
So, while the last few days didn’t FEEL particularly like holidays, they clearly were, certainly compared to now when it’s 9:45 at night and I’m trying to work when I’d like to have a drink, put on my headphones and go knit. Oy. Of course, I’m not working, but blogging. Still, the point stands that I’m not on a chaise longue with someone feeding me grapes while I listen to Dirk Gently on the Ipod. I’m sitting on a folding chair at the computer, feeling cold and crabby.
Ed is also back at work, marking papers. In this fine neck of the woods, the children have tomorrow off. Because it’s the first day of hunting season. Of course. Naturally. If I had wheels, you’d see rubber on the road and a receding figure in the distance. Instead, tomorrow Ed will be at work and I will be driving two children and two in laws to Hershey to see if we can tour the chocolate factory. It might be fun, of course.
It would also be fun to be in Bermuda, having a massage on the beach with a margarita near to hand.
Oh, don’t mind me. I’m crabby about in-laws. Today, my MIL cooked a butternut squash up for lunch while we were all at meeting and then offered me ice-cream for dessert. My ice cream, dammit. My Stephen Colbert birthday ice cream. In my freezer, in my house.
Last year, I was escaping New York.
I think that two women sharing a kitchen is almost an impossibility. I know that after two decades of being the one in charge of a household, I’d find it very hard to share space with someone else. Particularly when they have different ways of doing things and they don’;t respect your space….
Good luck. How much longer is their visit?
First of all, I agree with Frogdancer. Two women do not share a kitchen. You tell your MIL, like DH and I tell our holiday guests, after a certain hour, stay the hell out of our kitchen. Secondly, don’t even get me started about a school holiday for the first day of buck season. It used to drive me insane when I lived in Central PA. People even used to caution me against going for drives in the country on those days b/c it was dangerous. Hunting is barbaric and not an excuse for no school. Harumph!
Meeting? Quakers – or am I imagining things I’ve read in your blog.