The story so far: Quiltmaker kicked out of crazy family of moochers, thankfully before Quiltmaker's kids could pick up on anything. Uncle has mooched everything he can from Grandmother with Alzheimers and treats her like shit and keeps whining about how bad his life is. Uncle moocher is now living in Grandmother's house (that she pays all the bills on) while Grandmother and Mom life in a cottage in a retirement village. Moocher sister lives in Mom's hoarded house.
So I was gearing up for our usual holiday tradition, lots of time spent at home, cuddling on the couch in our jammies and taking antibiotics. (Daughter is on her 3rd bout of strep and Hubs is on his 2nd.)
My mom decides that it's not fair that I "never let her see her grandkids" and wants to spend more time with the kidlets. I always had an open door policy with my mom if she wanted to spend time with my kids - she just never wanted to take the time.
So for the past few months, whenever she's decided that she wants to be a grandma, I'm expected to drop everything at her beck and call and shuttle the kids wherever she wants to take them.
I was told this Christmas Brunch was over at my Grandmother's cottage this year. And Mom and Gma wanted us there, very very much. So fine, I decided we would head out there.
Side note: Everytime they try to get me to come over to Moocher uncle's house I always refuse. My grandparents raised me in that house and I have very fond memories of that house. Mom has told me that Uncle has completely trashed the house, and at every family gathering he's shitfaced and invites all of his friends over to get shitfaced too. He curses and yells at Mom and Gma to wait on him hand and foot. Needless to say I want nothing to do with that and certainly don't want my children around that.
So we hurriedly get the kids dressed and head out on the icy roads to Gma's house. Mom has been calling and texting with "Are you coming over? Hurry cause Brunch is going to start soon!" so we're doing our best to be there on time.
We get to the cottage and only Mom and Gma are there. Apparently Brunch was changed at the last minute to Uncle's house and no one thought to tell me.
So they start pleading with me to come over to Uncle's house, cause it's Christmas, and I'm supposed to put family above everything else. (Really? I'm sorry but if I wanted to spend hours hanging out with people who hate me and openly insult me to my face....yeah)
Now hubs is pissed off, cause he could be nice and warm at home, and the kids are upset, cause they only got their coats on for breakfast and I'm having to explain why I refuse to go over there for the thousandth time and gather everyone back into the car so we can go home.
I get a text message from Uncle as I'm heading home. "You always ruin Christmas you selfish stuck up bitch"
Yeah, if anyone needs me, I'll be in Azeroth.
So I was gearing up for our usual holiday tradition, lots of time spent at home, cuddling on the couch in our jammies and taking antibiotics. (Daughter is on her 3rd bout of strep and Hubs is on his 2nd.)
My mom decides that it's not fair that I "never let her see her grandkids" and wants to spend more time with the kidlets. I always had an open door policy with my mom if she wanted to spend time with my kids - she just never wanted to take the time.
So for the past few months, whenever she's decided that she wants to be a grandma, I'm expected to drop everything at her beck and call and shuttle the kids wherever she wants to take them.
I was told this Christmas Brunch was over at my Grandmother's cottage this year. And Mom and Gma wanted us there, very very much. So fine, I decided we would head out there.
Side note: Everytime they try to get me to come over to Moocher uncle's house I always refuse. My grandparents raised me in that house and I have very fond memories of that house. Mom has told me that Uncle has completely trashed the house, and at every family gathering he's shitfaced and invites all of his friends over to get shitfaced too. He curses and yells at Mom and Gma to wait on him hand and foot. Needless to say I want nothing to do with that and certainly don't want my children around that.
So we hurriedly get the kids dressed and head out on the icy roads to Gma's house. Mom has been calling and texting with "Are you coming over? Hurry cause Brunch is going to start soon!" so we're doing our best to be there on time.
We get to the cottage and only Mom and Gma are there. Apparently Brunch was changed at the last minute to Uncle's house and no one thought to tell me.
So they start pleading with me to come over to Uncle's house, cause it's Christmas, and I'm supposed to put family above everything else. (Really? I'm sorry but if I wanted to spend hours hanging out with people who hate me and openly insult me to my face....yeah)
Now hubs is pissed off, cause he could be nice and warm at home, and the kids are upset, cause they only got their coats on for breakfast and I'm having to explain why I refuse to go over there for the thousandth time and gather everyone back into the car so we can go home.
I get a text message from Uncle as I'm heading home. "You always ruin Christmas you selfish stuck up bitch"
Yeah, if anyone needs me, I'll be in Azeroth.
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