Update: Weekend started off great. Deer lease with my 5 year old and FIL. Killed a nice 12 point and a doe. Came back Tuesday and processed the deer and froze about 60 pounds of venison.
Lunch on thanksgiving at my folks house was surprisingly uneventful. My mom was a neurotic mess the whole fucking day which was par for the course. Things at my in laws started going south on Tuesday night though. My SILs husband (well both of them) has a drinking problem and is literally always drinking. My in laws hate him and he hates being here. I get here today after hitting the gym and start to help with the food. My wife comes to me and tells me that if I’m going back to Houston tomorrow (I have some work to take care of), that I’ll need to give my SIL a ride back to their house as she told her husband to “just fucking leave”. I said sure, no problem. Apparently there was yelling and screaming last night coming from their room. And I fucking missed it. Damn.
On the other hand, my mom is so fucking sensitive to everything regarding being a grandparent that if I say one thing wrong, she gets her feelings hurt. I walk in to their house this AM after working out and she’s crying over something I said last night. I can’t win.
Best part about it? I get to do it all again next month. And there’s presents involved.