That’s what this weekend felt like. First off, I was cutting back on caffeine, (that was problem #1) Second, we had my parents over for supper (for Mother’s day). My mom was not the problem (she’s a saint), my dad…..well, first off he threw our one cat, about half was across the room because she jumped on the table…..in their house the cats are never allowed on the table, in our house we don’t care because it is a very rare occasion that we don’t eat in front of the TV….so the cat jumped up, my dad picked her up and gave her a 6’ off the ground, airborne trip half way across the living room…..that SEVERELY pissed me off…..but I kept my composure, after all, it was over and no point raising a stink about something that was already done. The cat was ok (we think), but my dad wanted to make sure, so he chased the cat around for 5 min, poking and pushing around the cat with is foot, knocking her over and seeing how long it took her to get back up…….but I’m maintaining a civil mood asking my dad to stop and come eat….which he eventually did. I was amazed that my wife didn’t kick him out of the house at this point, but we had both agreed to keep civil. So we listened as my dad talked about how he has perfect hearing (then asking us to repeat ourselves because WE were mumbling)
After we ate, my dad starts into the whole situation with my sister, and how they are hopeful that she will be pregnant this time (invetro) but he isn’t sure and without skipping a beat starts making comments about it being time that my wife and I start at least TRYING to have kids. At this point I started losing my temper a bit and tried to really throw him off with a topic that has been bugging me for a while. “how am I really supposed to tell my sister that if she does have a kid, that I really don’t’ feel at all comfortable holding, interacting with, or ever really being around any baby?
Honestly I was impressed with how fast he processed and recovered from that saying, it is different when it is a relative, and will be different WHEN you have one of your own. Um…yeah. In our family, my generation has so many kids, I stopped learning their names because I can’t put a name to a face if I had a week to study the family albums, and if my parents told me one was in some horrific accident, my first question would be, “how am I related to that one again?” and with my sister, they are living far enough away that we would have to burn a whole weekend traveling just to pay them a visit and get back home in time for work. but back to it…..
All this happened while I was fighting off a caffeine headach, a rather nice burn across my arm from the grill, another on my hand (to which my dad responded, “Well, why did you spill that boiling water on your hand if you knew it would hurt?” Yeah, that one made me happy….) we had a cat that was cowering somewhere in the house, possibly hurt, and my dad, hanging around for another 3 hours chatting about trying to get us all to go to Germany with him to visit the old family lands.
I’m really hoping my sister is pregnant this time, since it will get my dad off our backs, and give him reason to go visit his grand kid every time he has a free moment..
I know it will come up…..we are talking about the possibility of eventually having kids, (after 30 definitely, maybe late 30s even), I expect there to be problems, after all I was in a few too many sports where the school of thought was “when in doubt, punch/kick/elbow them in the marbles” but after seeing how involved my parents are trying to be in my sister’s work to have a kid, we would really prefer to keep them out of the loop on whatever we decide less my father expect to be present and give advice at conception to make sure I’m not doing it wrong.….(and yeah that thought just totally killed my sex drive for the next who knows how long)……
(no really, I think that image has forever ruined me.)
(ug…..*shudder* so wrong)
(yup, ruined)
Auto out-
Comments
Submitted by pp2 on Mon, 05/09/2011 - 11:43
Submitted by Bonecollektor on Mon, 05/09/2011 - 12:44