Just booked my flights so I don’t have to drive to the annual in law myrtle beach vacation that I have posted here each year. Last year my FIL just got out of the hospital after heart surgery and wasn’t able to drive. MIL drove the entire way even though my SIL and bf (both mid 20’s) go with them. It’s a ridiculous 10+ hour drive from PA. FIL wants to fly now but quickly blames the SIL because they just can’t afford it. I told him my tickets for 3 of us was just under $500. I would even go halves with him for birthday gifts for the SIL and bf to pay for their tickets. If only he didn’t choose the same bullshit condo for the last 20 years that is overpriced we could probably all fly basically for free. Over the past few years he has started asking for us to pay for a portion of the condo ($750). I hate how many terrible decisions this vacations turns out to be. I’m not saying I’m a control freak but I can’t stand how stupid some decisions are. But now they have brainwashed my 6 year to look forward to this every year. God help me.
My family has an annual beach labor day trip to Panama City that I loved as a kid. My family still somehow expects me to go every year. I imagine your trip is like mine in steroids so I feel for you.
My in laws drive from Atlanta to the coast of Maine every year. They think I’m crazy that I meet them in Boston every time they do it.
We flew last year to Myrtle and i was talking it up the whole time. How it’s a 1.5 hour flight...so simple...then return flight gets cancelled and I drove home anyway. I’m sure he got the last laugh last year.
It at times gets pretty unassistedly ruined. It’s like the real world where 7 different personalities trying to coexist. FIL will take a whole bunch of work and hardly even step foot on the beach. MIL and SIL want as much beach time as possible but will shit around until noon and miss out on some prime time. I’ll be focused on my wife and daughter and plan things I know they want to do which is usually met with some hesitation if it’s not an all inclusive event. We did Medieval Times last year and made it clear no one has to come since it is a little pricier meal. I also usually end up being the meal guy as an escape to run out for lunches. God damn...groundhogs day every.single.year. I shouldn’t have mentioned it in this thread so early. I have almost 2 months to get pissed.
Hah. Thanks. I didn’t mention that my flights are Thursday to Thursday but they arrive Saturday and leave Friday. It’ll be nice to have 2 days just with my wife and daughter and cut it short 1 night with everyone. This will go over well.
While we're complaining about undesirable vacations involving FILs, my FIL is notoriously cheap. He travels a lot for work, so he drives a company-owned car and expenses essentially everything like meals and hotels. As such, he racks up a lot of free nights (more on that in a bit). He hasn't visited us over the weekend in like three years, he just shows up on a random Wednesday night when work takes him near our house, and he'll have dinner with us, spend the night, and hit the road at 7:30am the next morning. So that's weird, but fine and not really worthy of complaint. However, when it comes to "vacations," he's just the worst. A few years back he used his free rooms to get a room for my family, and a room for my BIL and his family at a random Hampton Inn in some random town that was chosen because it was roughly equidistant for all to travel. The only entertainment was the hotel pool and walking around in the nearby shopping center. Even though we could easily plan trips to a lake or the coast and rent a house, all he ever wants to suggest is meeting up in random places with nothing fun to do and staying in motels. His latest idea was for all of us to convene in another random small town for their annual cotton gin festival next year, an idea he has only developed because the gin is one of the clients he goes and visits and he has to be there anyway.
you'd have to get a swat team to drag my lifeless body out of that badboy. no way i leave voluntarily
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Oh boys, here we fucking go. Flew out Thursday night for my brother in laws wedding, enjoyed the wedding drive back on Sunday to Phoenix and helped my other brother in law and sister in law pack their truck, they’re moving near us in Florida. So whatever, 26’ uhaul loaded it up for 6 hours, it’s fucking hot as shit out here I believe it was 107 degrees yesterday. Anyways got that shit loaded. My mother and father in law are moving into my sister and brother in laws house so guess who had the privilege of assisting with their move today? You better fucking believe it, me. Just me. What time does my father in law schedule to pick up the uhaul in the hot as fuck Phoenix day? How about 1:00 pm, fuck the morning when it’s only in the 80’s let’s get our fucking sweat on when it’s 109 degrees out and feels like roughly the surface of the fucking Sun on asphalt at the storage unit. So we load up his 26’ uhaul, me, him, and my mother in law. I know what you’re thinking don’t they have other kids that could assist? My wife is pregnant, one just got married, one is moving across the country, one should’ve fucking helped and didn’t, and the fifth kid is a fat piece of worthless shit, so naturally she wasn’t available. Well things are going swimmingly, as in I want to tie weights to my body and jump in a swimming pool for eternal fucking peace, when i find out how much better my day can get. I will preface this by saying that the only thing I told my wife this morning was, I don’t care what’s happening, I just want to watch the basketball game tonight, I will help them move, I won’t even fucking complain I just want to watch the game. I get back to the house and my mother in law informs me that the uhaul truck has broken down and is now waiting on a fucking mechanic, an hour later the mechanic identifies the serpentine belt has blown and the alternator is bad (keep in mind we’d had the truck all of 2 hours and driven maybe 20 miles). It takes them another two hours to get the truck to the house. At which point we’re rapidly approaching the 6:00 pm tip-off, (it’s like 5:15, my mother and father in law are back at the house and the truck ends up arriving via the tow truck at 6:30). I ask my father in law if he’s called uhaul customer service or the dealership to see if they’re providing any assistance since a fucking tow truck couldn’t drive across town, he says and I fucking quote, “I passed that off to (insert mother in laws name.” I take charge at this point to try and get us some help only to find out after 1:45 minutes on the phone and multiple levels of customer service that the only remedy available to us will come from the actual rental place which happened to close as my father in law was “passing it off” to my mother in law. So the great news of my vacation is that I get to spend my third day in a row moving a fucking truck tomorrow, can’t fucking wait, mostly because my father in law was to big of a bitch to call and complain earlier today, I missed the entire first half of the basketball game, and I am currently salty as fuck.
Just an addendum, I’m assisting with this move on my vacation, literally all of those that didn’t assist with the move are coming to visit us in Florida next month, and when I say coming to visit, I mostly mean using my house as a free hotel, where I’ll be expected to provide food, and enterfuckingtain them all week. So it would’ve been cool for maybe them to throw down a little help because I don’t know it’s common courtesy. Also, movers who load a truck aren’t that fucking expensive, pay for fucking movers so your future in laws don’t want to run your head through a wall on your vacations for making stupid decisions. Fuck it feels good to get that off my chest, since I’d like to remain alive and don’t want to let that loose on my pregnant wife.
That’s rough. Update on my soon to be FIL (This Saturday). He’s really come around. He’s started to spend more time around me and has seemingly actually given me a chance. Of course all we talk about is the lawn. I got a new push mower and have started cutting the lawn instead of him. It looks so much better and surprisingly he actually told me it did. First complement in about 2 1/2 years. Things do come around. I just gotta keep doing the next right thing and he’ll see that I’m not the person I used to be.
Had to go to dinner with the in laws for my SIL birthday. As we are driving, he brings up Myrtle Beach and starting to plan the places we go every year. FIL says that we have the dinner plan for MIL birthday on Thursday night and whatever else is open. Time stood still for a moment in this chess match before I have to speak up and say we fly out that afternoon. I totally forgot it’s my MIL birthday. He gives me the ole passive aggressive “well I guess we can just celebrate on Wednesday” checkmate. I’ll keep this part short. SIL birthday dinner sucked and again was somehow 2 hours long. My wife, daughter, and all had issues with our meal and it tasted awful. He absolutely loved his and wouldn’t stop saying he is definitely coming back. We couldn’t be more opposite.
I am sad I never got to meet my fiancee's father. He was a decorated DEA agent in Miami in the 80s with a truly impressive porno mustache. He left behind a library of military history books and an amazing daughter with a great head on her shoulders. Now my future MIL on the other hand...dear god I can't even begin to tell all the stories. The woman is fucking walking nightmare.