[stomachmonkey]

To preface I have sensory issues. Sharp loud noises, bright lights, general chaos, stuff like that seriously stresses me out.

Thanksgiving, obviously.

In laws are in town.

I like them but they are loud. Both of them have hearing loss so everything is yelling.

MIL does everything "aggressively". Slams cabinet doors, apparently does not believe in gravity as everything she puts down she slams onto the counter or table as if she didn't it would float off into space.

My FIL eats like a barn animal. One of my biggest peeves, chew with your mouth closed and I don't want to hear it either. And don't fart at the dinner table, that's just not cool. Somehow he always ends up sitting next to me.

The mess is the worst.

I'm inherently lazy AF and don't like to clean so I put effort into not making a mess to begin with.

I find it's less work to not be sloppy than it is to clean afterwards.

MIL is in the kitchen helping my wife prep for the days festivities.

Had to leave as she is destroying my kitchen.

She does that thing where she takes a knife she just used to spread mayo and instead of putting it on the plate or in the sink she just puts it on the counter next to the plate or sink. Now the counter needs to be cleaned. Why?????

She just went to get water from the fridge to take her vitamins. She intentionally started and stopped the water dispenser several times to fill the cup to the brim then promptly spilled water all over the front of the fridge and floor only to walk to the sink muttering something about too much water and pouring half out.

Now they are cutting the Challah bread and my counters look like she ran the loaf through a wood chipper.

I have much to be thankful for and I am and I truly do like them and enjoy their company for the most part but I think it's time to start drinking.

Rant over. I feel better.

Happy Turkey Day all.