If it makes anyone feel better!

I have had, frankly, a sad holiday season. My parents (in their 80s) live with me. My kids - 19 & 22 - are in college, away. Both came home for Tday, my oldest with a partner. I came home from (physical) rehab (I had a stroke mid-Nov) for the day. The oldest/partner weren't *mean* per se, but on the rude side. I was actually glad to go back. Youngest apparently had a few words to say to them.

FF to this week. One drama after another with oldest/partner. I was good, though seething inside (yay! more high blood pressure!). Partner has to speak for my oldest to me, explain me to my mother, cannot understand "MY DOG DOES NOT KNOW YOU - DO NOT TRY TO TAKE ANYTHING FROM HIM!" And then whines when she gets nipped - no blood. Apparently neither of them think it is necessary to clean up after themselves in the kitchen (I know oldest knows this) - left me every dish in the house to be washed Xmas morning.

I didn't even flip a shit when they left mending in reach of the dogs - WITH NEEDLES STICKING OUT!!!! I asked them to please not do so as my dogs could really get hurt... Oldest had an anxiety attack. I told them both that someone needs to seek medical help. Meanwhile, Youngest is cleaning up THEIR mess in my kitchen. And yeah, after dinner... who went out? Not me! Not Youngest! Not Mom! WE were busy cleaning up the mess.

I swear - I couldn't wait to take them to the train station yesterday morning. We will be talking about future visits home. I do not need this shit.

Oh - and neither thanked my parents for the $$$ they got.