Dear Waves,

Yes. It was the vibe. I feel like such a complainer. They don't remind me of my childhood. It was that the four of us adults were too much.

I'm so fragile. I need lots of time alone to recover to get back outside to work. The weekend was about them and hubby and I barely slept. I did not do anything for myself. There was no downtime except the four hours or so I slept at night.
Brushing my teeth. . . I did it in the living room while they kept talking. It was more time efficient that way.

Oh. And three nights in a row of restaurant food was horrible -- salty, more quantity than I would have had at home even though I ordered carefully and took home some one night for the fridge. My dad likes restaurants as entertainment-- plan the place, have many discussions about how to get there, deal with the wait staff, drink wine that we don't keep in our place, discuss the food, . . . ..(BOOOORRRING. I don't like talking about food) . . Next time, I'll let hubby cook for them and I'll eat by myself in another room.
And i tremendously find restaurants themselves stressful -- never mind the food (but the food was pretty horrible).

Each day I had to keep up with hubby and Mom. THey were off doing their own thing playing tennis and visiting parks, but I sort of had to keep up with them via computer prints outs for directions, . .. . .
THen there was the talking. I made Dad talk more about medical to me than he has ever spoken to anyone else but mom. I told him that they are a part of a family and they have to share what the heck is going on. He said Mom will never tell us kids anything but we can ask him about her. He and I also had to update each other on what is going on with my brothers. . . . . . so depressing. I'd rather avoid what is avoidable.

Did I say I did not sleep??

Maybe I'll take a break. This is so much whining in a post.


M