I can totally handle my inlaws for about a week... It's been a week as of yesterday and I'm here for two more days. *headdesk*
So I escaped for about 4 hours earlier today and drove to a coffee shop where I could write and do mod/beta/fandom things without my kids climbing all over me.
I got back about an hour ago, after realising I'd been gone as long as I had. I picked up some duplo (baby lego blocks) for the toddler and 12 year old to play with together, figuring the blocks can live here and they can play with them when we visit again. So I bring the blocks into the living room after unloading a bag of groceries, the toddler is glued to my leg at this point. And Father in Law pushes pause on some podcast he's sharing with husband and Mother in Law and gives me this look of annoyance while I open the blocks for the toddler to play with.
"I'll just be a sec, and then we'll take these upstairs and you can get on with your thing".
I swear to god... I feel like everytime I walk into the room, if I don't show interest in whatever academic thing they're watching/listening to/discussing, I'm not welcome to be in the same room. Like ... they didn't notice my four hour absence and would have been happy if it had been longer.
I know I'm reading into it a bit, but it totally feels like that's how things are. I'm most comfortable hanging out in this tiny closet with my laptop, microphone, and kindle than I am anywhere else here. I've smoked nearly an entire pack of cigarettes in the past day while "out" avoiding this place, and I quit smoking ages ago...
Okay.. rant done. It will be over soon. Just a few more days and next year I've already made plans to only be here three days and then escape to London to hang out with Writcraft.
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