I’ve always
heard about those guests who show up unannounced. No phone call, no text, not
even so much as an email asking if you have any plans that may hinder them
thinking it’s okay to just show up. I have heard about them. To be honest my
family isn’t the show up unannounced kind of family. There is usually always at
the very least a text and we live around the corner from each other. I guess
living around the corner from your family gives you the guarantee that no one
will be showing up with a suitcase and no departure date.
At least
that is what I thought. This happened once before but to be honest it was 3
years ago and I guess I forgot all about it. Time has passed and I got too
comfortable. I didn’t think they were coming back. I forgot how they show up
unannounced when you least expect it and then it happened. BAM! They
arrived. This is no ordinary arrival
though. They show up out of the blue when you haven’t seen or talked to them in
three whole years and you’re expected to be prepared. You are expected to have
the food they like, the drinks they enjoy, their favorite television shows
lined up on your DVR, and don’t even get me started on the daily activities to
fill their time.
It’s like
living in a pressure cooker. The worst part is not only did they show up with suitcases
but they showed up with boxes and it pretty much looks like they are moving in
permanently. Last time they were here they stayed for 9 long months. When they
left I could still feel their presence for months. It was horrible. I walk on egg shells around them. One minute
they are completely happy with your hospitality the next minute they are
throwing a fit that this is in fact the worst place they could possibly have to
stay.
I am
spending my days hoping that the breakfast choices are up to par, the crusts on
the lunch sandwiches have been cut properly and don’t even get me started on
the dinner menu. It doesn’t seem that I can please them in this arena, not yet
anyway.
I spend my
mornings making sure the house is clean but to be honest I might as well be
throwing flour into a fan. They are such slobs. They take things from places
and move them into other places. They leave things everywhere. If I move something into a place they don’t
want well holy hell I will hear about that for hours.
It’s not
easy living with house guests who show up unannounced, don’t tell you an
estimated departure date and are completely irrational, irritable, and
impossible to talk to.
The Terrible
Twos have arrived. They have arrived on a clear cut mission and they have no
intention of leaving anytime soon. I can tell you this much, they are by far
the worst house guests anyone could ever have. Having them here requires way
more patience than humanly possible, a full bottle of Advil in the house at all
times and of course wine. If the Terrible Twos Family show up at your door I
wish you luck. They are going to settle
in quickly so be prepared. You will not
be able to get rid of them until they are good and ready, trust me on this.
I can tell you however that they will get tired of your house at some point. They will pack up their things and be on their way. You won’t even realize they’re gone right away but once you do you will feel ecstatic. You will feel that way until their cousins the Horrible 3s family knocks on the door but don’t worry you will probably get a 3 week break to recoup some sense of sanity…if you’re lucky.
I can tell you however that they will get tired of your house at some point. They will pack up their things and be on their way. You won’t even realize they’re gone right away but once you do you will feel ecstatic. You will feel that way until their cousins the Horrible 3s family knocks on the door but don’t worry you will probably get a 3 week break to recoup some sense of sanity…if you’re lucky.
HA. Totally, totally true. My son is sneaking his way toward them... random outbursts, screeching for no reason, furious for inexplicable reasons: You put me in the bath. WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH. You took me out of the bath. WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAh. What the hell.
ReplyDeleteAh crap they're at your house too! There is no rhyme or reason to the madness. Stock up on Advil and wine now. ;)
DeleteOh yes The Terrible Twos! They stayed at my house twice. I was so happy to see them leave!
ReplyDeleteI think I will be happy as well! :)
DeleteThey were here once too. I am expecting a return visit at the end of next year. Just in time for the holidays.
ReplyDeleteYikes nothing like unwanted guests at the holidays. Good luck!
DeleteOh, honey. I remember these house guests well. Here is hoping they don't stay long!
ReplyDeleteFrom your mouth to their little ears! :)
DeleteThey are the finickiest guests ever, and that includes my OCD father. Today, they like Goldfish crackers. Later today, they will act like eating them will cause them to burst into flames. Ack!
ReplyDeleteOh boy sounds like you have the same guests as me. ;)
DeleteI suppose it's not very nice that I'm laughing. And I probably shouldn't tell you that the terrible twos are just there to see if you have what it takes to make it through the teen years . . .
ReplyDeleteNo you can laugh it's fine. Just promise when I'm crying during the teen years you will at least offer me a cocktail?
DeleteHAHAHA this is hilarious, though you have me very scared for a year from now. Cant we skip 2 and go straight to 3?
ReplyDeleteThank you. I know it's scary isn't it? I'm scared and I'm in the middle of it. ;)
DeleteI was reading along, thinking, 'Man, these are the rudest people I've ever heard of!!', and then clued in to what you were really saying. I had a visit from the 'Terrible Twos' family six times. Followed by the 'Horrible Threes' and every incarnation right up to the 'Shoot me, I Have Teenagers' bunch! Your post just reminded me - the granddaughter who lives with us turns two tomorrow. Goodbye cruel world . . .
ReplyDeleteWorst house guests ever! hahaha. I wish you the best of luck with your granddaughter and I wish her a very happy birthday. :)
DeleteHAHA, I love it! I wasn't sure who the house guests would be but laughed out loud when they turned out to be the Terrible Twos! Here's hoping for a really long break between their departure and the Horrible Threes' arrival. And lots of wine and laughter while they're there.
ReplyDeleteThank you Kristi. I'm going to need the wine and laughter. :)
DeleteAs I am reading this, my 2 yo is on the counter shouting at me: "GIVE. ME. MORE. MILK!" Needless to say, this spoke to me. ;)
ReplyDeleteI was held hostage today as well. More milk! More snacks! :) I'm glad I'm not alone.
DeleteHi, I just came across your blog starting at a mommy facebook page I like, from link to link and so on. I'm a mommy of 3, two of them under the age of 2, and I know how busy little ones are. I just wanted to say that I love your writing (especially this one) but even more so I love that you take the time to respond to your readers. I'm writing this with a 2 year old on my leg and praying the 2 month old stays asleep, so I know how hard it can be. Kudos to you.
ReplyDeleteJennifer thank you for taking the time to write to me and to read my blog. With 3 kids, two of them under three I'm amazed you find time for anything! :) I appreciate my readers. The way I look at it is I love to write but if no one is actually reading my writing then it's really just a diary. Taking the time to interact with my readers is why I do it. Glad you found me!
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