Washing dishes, yet again.
I know it sounds petty, but I really hate getting stuck with the dishes at every in-law family gathering. It's like they think because I am the only sister-in-law that I have the lowly status of permanent dish washer.
Sitting and waiting for them to start them doesn't work. They just remain seated too. I've never seen anything like it. They sure have a way of making a person feel excluded and outside of their little sister club.
When there are twenty plus people, that's a lot of dishes including pots and pans. And of course, my mother-in-law has to drag out the good China. That in itself isn't so bad, but the table manners exhibited don't match the fine dining formality she tries to put forth.
Then there are always the stories about who has Grandma's dishes and where they found a second set to match them. That story was fine the first twenty million times I heard it.
This was the Christmas gathering and the little ones wanted to open up gifts. They got the answer, "after the dishes are done". grrrrrrrr
I was the last one to assemble in the family room to open gifts. I don't suppose they missed me much.
A word about the family room...
My mother-in-law has had a new family room added to her house. It is not homey or welcoming at all. It is a big space with a few sticks of mismatched furniture, a tv and some of the most blinding lighting you can imagine. It doesn't scream "family" to me at all. It feels more like a waiting room with less decorations on the wall and zero reading material. She's very proud of it though.
Did I mention I hate doing their dishes?
I'll live.
Thanks for indulging my dish washing rant.
CW
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