This idea of having both sets of parents in one house for six days was... bad. A bad idea. Mr. Squirrel keeps saying that things could be much worse, but "worse" would have to involve screaming and bloodshed.
The worst bits for me are the snarky little comments I've been getting from Mr. Squirrel's parents about my relationship with my parents. Apparently I'm mean (particularly to my father), and I don't speak to them respectfully, among other things.
Oh well. We fly back tomorrow and drive home the day after that.
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Ugh. I feel ya. GB and I have been talking a lot about the family dynamics...it's difficult stuff. And I have nothing smarter than that to say...but I hope your trip home goes well!
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