Sunday, October 07, 2007

I'm not talking about out-laws

So, let's say you live an hour from the theater district. And let's say you never saw much theater even when you lived and worked within walking distance. And let's say that your kids would rather have a fish hook stuck in their eyes than sit through a broadway show.

Now, let's say that a certain member of your family says to you, "I want to take your boys to see [insert broadway show here]. What do you think?". And let's say that you decide to be polite and say, "Oh, that might be nice. I will have to ask them if they want to go."

And then let's say said family member says: "I wonder how i will get the kids to the show, since you live in westchester now."

What would you do? Would you offer to drive an hour into the city to bring the kids to a show that they don't even care to see, and which you couldn't care less if they ever see? Or would you say, "Yeah, no, I guess it won't work out after all"?

Personally, I do not react well to indirectness, to manipulativeness or to gifts with strings attached. It reminds me of those time-share scammers who offer to comp your dinner if you just promise to show up at some sales presentation the next day, smack in the middle of your vacation. I would just as soon skip the free meal. Ya know?

I am sooooo annoyed. Not because i can't let the offense go, but because a certain other family member is more than happy to jump to the task of driving the kids into the city, despite that he can't be bothered/doesn't have the time to do any of the household chores that I have now taken upon myself to do. And if you catch my drift, this certain other family member is pretty hard to avoid at home. Hence my inability to "let it go", and my need to vent here.

Grrrrrrr.

Yc

9 comments:

karen said...

The husband stuff, I'll leave to you. The theater stuff, though: I lived with a guy years ago in Boston. His parents thought it would be SO WONDERFUL to give me tickets to see "Cats" for my birthday. Because, you know, I like poetry. And "Cats" is by TS Eliot. No kidding, they really said that. My one, and hopefully only, theater experience.

cranky housefrau said...

eh, so let him drive the kids into the city, no? then you will have the day to yourself.
or did i miss the point?
his relatives or yours?

cranky housefrau said...

oh, der, his.
well, then it is his problem right?

DebPC said...

Forgive. Because not to forgive means to let it fester inside you. So let it be. Let him drive them. Why does this even bother you? Let it be.

laksmi said...

hey, yc, i'm with cranky. let him drive them and you've got the day to yourself. I know what you mean, though. I think when I die the house will just fill with garbage because no one empties that fucking can except me. As soon as half j is big enough to heft what jesus stuffs down there, the garbage is his.

samasthiti said...

Don't do the household chores, or do the household chores. How about drive in with him and have lunch together..How about enjoying the fact that he's willing to take the kids in?

YC said...

I am chastened.

Carl said...

Depends whether it's a musical or just a play. If it's a musical then your kids will hate it. Musicals are lame. If it's a GOOD drama then maybe they'll like it.

And as I understand it, Broadway plays are stupidly expensive. Too expensive for a normal, sane person to justify shelling out the money for the tickets, anyway. To get your kids in on some character-building theater action, all you'd have to do is let the husband bail on his husbandly duties so he can drive them there. That may not be so bad, eh?

jenna said...

Eh, i get where you're coming from. i share a house with a certain someone who always sides with his parents even though he admits that they're CRAZY. But then I'm always the bad guy when I won't follow their crazy whims that rarely mesh with my life. But yeah, sometimes you just let it go and let him appease and be the "good son"... and then drop hints and guilt trips about how much you've been taking on around the house. :) I'm Italian. And my father was raised Catholic. I know all about guilt trips.

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