My brother and I both said “we should wait and do this later” he went as far as telling my dad not to call, and to wait until Sunday to even discuss what we’re all going to do.

I just got a call from dad…they’re heading to my brother’s tomorrow and cooking there, and planning to bring everything to our house on Sunday afternoon…

This is after we all said no, let’s wait.

So….

Tomorrow, I have to completely clean my house and get everything ready to deal with this shit, and then pretend that I’m happy and festive while the husband hides unconscious in the bedroom because I seriously doubt he’s going to feel much better than he does tonight. I do not for the life of me understand the way my dad’s brain functions. We have all said let’s wait on this and yet he’s on the way regardless. In the last 10 years, I have come to despise the holiday season. There is nothing happy or fun about it, it’s stressful, rushed and a royal pain in the ass because I always feel like I’m not living up to someone else’s expectations. I didn’t even bother with a tree this year. None of us really thought about it. The kid has no interest in helping to put it up, the cats climb in them and I end up pulling it down the day after anyway. I’m sure I’m going to get a lecture Sunday about the fact that I have no decorations up at all.

I don’t think one bottle is going to cut it this weekend.