We had to rush to ILs (4 hr drive) yesterday so we could 'all nip out for a quiet beer with the fam in the afternoon' When I queried that ('quiet' beer never happens) I was given the full on pissed off, you don't trust me spiel and made to feel like the Grinch.
At 7pm when I was finally hacked off just enough I said it was time to go home with DD (who was an absolute star but completely bored) and DNeice (also bored) I got 'you go home, We'll have one more beer and join you'. I reminded him to get milk on the way back and got another 'God, stop going on'
Got home, made food for everyone and ate with DD and DNeice. When the rest of them finally rolled in at 11pm they trashed the kitchen, ate the food, moaned that there wasn't any cheese, and talked all over the ending of the film we were watching.
Sleep was almost impossible with DH belching, snoring and rolling around. DNephew woke up the dogs rolling in at 3am and turning on the microwave.
I've been up since 6am, cleaned the kitchen, failed to work out how to turn the heating on and discovered that they didn't get the milk.
At least my fury is keeping me warm 