<p>When your young adults come home for visits, aren’t there things you’re just dying to say, but don’t? For me (parent of college junior, still applying duct tape):</p>
<p>I noticed while folding your clothes that you really need new underwear.
Instead: Thanks for doing our laundry with yours.</p>
<p>If you join the Foreign Service and live on the other side of the earth, my life will be over.
Instead: I’m so proud of you for thinking seriously about all your options after graduation.</p>
<p>Shut up!!! Shut up!!! Just shut the hell up!!!</p>
<p>^^^lol!!!</p>
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<p>Uh oh. That is * exactly * what I said to my son. </p>
<p>I did restraint myself and didn’t ask him why he was visiting his hs ex-girlfriend. I’m dying to know if they are back together but I haven’t asked…yet. ;)</p>
<p>Not to my kids but to my 30 year old niece -</p>
<p>Stop being jealous of your friends getting married and having kids and decide what you are doing with your live-in boyfriend of 3 years. It’s not late if you marry, if he continues to not commit and you stick around then it is too late.</p>
<p>What I said wasn’t all that nice -
I’ll believe you two are heading toward the altar when you start alternating Thanksgiving instead of him going to his family and you coming here. I’m such a biotch!</p>
<p>My “hold your tongue” wasn’t to one of the kids-- they were great!! It was to one of the guests. There is a core group of 4 families of 7 adults/4 kids (though 2 of the “kids” werent here this year) who get together for holidays (thanksgiving and religious holiday meals) I’d say that its at my house about 3/4 of the time, and the other 3 each have maybe one at their house every year or 2 (my house is laid out to accomodate a big group more easily). We do a pot luck. This year 2 different people wanted to bring sweet potate casserole. I asked one of the “regulars” if she wouldnt mind perhaps bringing a different vegetable, like maybe a squash casserole. Her response “I don’t <em>make</em> squash casserole. If you want it, you’ll have to assign it to someone else!” :eek: You can guess what I wanted to say, but didn’t!</p>
<p>I kept my mouth shut and they said all the things to each other that I wanted to say to them. I’m the angel. LOL.</p>
<p>DD to DS: You have to stop drifting and really put some kind of plan in order. And stop being so cagey. If you were more transparent we wouldn’t nag you so much.</p>
<p>DS to DD: Sometimes you are a bit bossy and controlling.</p>
<p>::mythmom thinks: job well done.:: ::I say nothing.::</p>
<p>What I wanted to say to S2:</p>
<p>You brought her home for Thanksgiving weekend. Why aren’t you being nicer to her?</p>
<p>What I actually said to S2:</p>
<p>I’m so glad you brought her home with you. She’s a sweetie-pie.</p>
<p>Episode 1:</p>
<p>S2: Mom, can we pick up some new socks while I’m home? I’m running short.</p>
<p>Me: (Couldn’t find duck tape) I sent you off to school with THIRTY pairs of socks!</p>
<p>S2: Guess that means I should clean up my side of the room at school, huh?</p>
<p>Episode 2:</p>
<p>SIL, (on her kitchen floor with spray bottle and paper towels at 9:02 Thanksgiving morning) Look! There’s a crumb! It can’t stay there! If it’s on the floor, it has to be picked up immediately!</p>
<p>Later in the day, our dog passes through the kitchen, happily cleaning up crumbs and bits of turkey.</p>
<p>SIL: (on floor again with spray bottle and towels wiping up floor where dog has picked up food at 4:13 pm) I know, I know, I’m obsessed with cleaning! When I finish being neurotic, we can sit down and have Thanksgiving dinner!</p>
<p>I had found the duck tape by then. :D</p>
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<p>Note to self…call ASPCA to report CountingDown for taping up ducks! :eek:</p>
<p>Seems to be a regional thing if it’s called duct tape or duck tape – plus I’ve seen packages of it labeled as duck tape!</p>
<p>DH has already called me on the ASPCA for cruelty to ducks…ordered duck when we went out for a Valentine’s dinner long ago, and a whole group of them stood outside the big picture window outside our table and quacked. DH said they were mourning the loss of one of their friends. I haven’t heard the end of it since. </p>
<p>Back to our original thread…</p>
<p>Thanks girls for losing it when my 90 year old uncle ummm…released gas…in the middle of dinner. He’s deaf so when they ran into the living room falling down laughing the rest of us had to sit there controlling our laughter. </p>
<p>Uncle: Why did they leave?</p>
<p>Me: They forgot…their drinks.</p>
<p>Oh, and my fabulous (and mentioned before) MIL who complained that her food wasn’t warm enough: </p>
<p>Why didn’t you warm the plates in the oven?</p>
<p>Because they are Limoges and will shatter. (instead: I don’t have one of those electric plate warmer gizmos. And they will shatter in the oven.)</p>
<p>Why is the food cold?</p>
<p>Because you had to tell the same story about your servants who made Thanksgiving nicer for twenty minutes and not come to the table. (Instead: Marta works so hard and I love that she can be with her family. And I didn’t hear what you were talking about but you all seemed to be enjoying yourself.) Did I mention that she was talking to my DEAF 90 year old uncle.</p>
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<p>A few months ago, I said the same thing to my BF… but it was socks and boxers. I went out and bought him four or five new pairs of boxers and a half a dozen pairs of socks. When folding laundry the other week, I noticed the same old sad looking boxers in the laundry. I was just like, what happened to the boxers I got you to replace these old things? And he’s there, oh yeah… they’re in the rotation. LOL. I guess men don’t care!! Then he proceeded to tell me he needs new socks! Just like CountingDown’s son! I couldn’t bite my tongue on that one, I told him if he needed new socks that badly I would be happy to return all of his Christmas presents and just get him a years supply of socks for Christmas. He just smiled and said no thank you that won’t be necessary. You should use that one on you son. :)</p>
<p>Gosh, I can’t contribute! They were all polite to each other, is their age a factor?
25, 24, 20 & 18… They were wonderful to their grandparents & to their aunt & uncle & very helpful… Perhaps their bodies were taken over by aliens?? :)</p>
<p>^^Or they are trying to make their way back on Santa’s (as well as G-parents/aunt/uncle) nice list…</p>
<p>F: None of us want to eat salad on Thanksgiving! We want starchy unhealthy food. Either stop complaining that nobody’s eating the salad you made, or bring something else next year.</p>
<p>L, you have a Dickensian tendency to take 50 words to say what could be conveyed in 10.</p>
<p>Did any if you see “Mike and Molly” on Monday?</p>
<p>Egg salad!!!</p>
<p>And I did not hold my tongue!!!</p>
<p>Dad there was no traffic. If there was traffic I wouldn’t tell you because you would worry, until you forgot and asked me if there was traffic again…and again… Mom he needs help, this is the third time you’ve promised to call UCI. I don’t believe you. He needs help and you won’t cooperate.</p>
<p>Kids were fine; I needed the duct time when I was dealing with the parents. Of course, it helped that I was rendered speechless after hearing that S2 strolled in at 6:30 a.m. Saturday morning, about half an hour after my dad got up (but before I did).</p>
<p>Another tattoo and it’s on your foot? …Have you lost your mind? In twenty years it will look like a big black blob. Then you’ll be sorry.
… wordless and choking on duct tape.</p>