And we got a mini lecture from his dad today about not leaving our water bottles in the sink. All I could think is: you wash a couple bottles a week. It's not a daily thing. I wash your fucking coffee pot more than you wash bottles. Makes me want to stop doing that. He doesn't use water bottles and we don't drink coffee. It'd be a fair trade. *s* But of course I won't stop doing it. I won't go out of my way to do it, but I won't stop.
Dad also wants to start making plans for Christmas. Is it really so hard for the family to understand that there's no vacation time until February? There are black out dates in December that he can't request off. Traveling for Christmas probably won't happen. And he makes such a big deal about me seeing my parents, yet this spending Christmas with Dane's side of the family- again- feels selfish of him. When am I going to get Christmas with my family if it's going to turn into every year is Christmas with his family.
Can I go back to the beautiful drunken stupor I was in last night?