Grrr
My parents are coming up for the weekend on Saturday. I have no problem with that. It's no biggie at all. Kind of glad somewhat because I haven't seen them in about a month and a half or so. I told my mom about two weeks ago that I would likely be doing something on Saturday night with some friends because that's what we've been doing for the past who knows how many weeks now. It's like a weekly thing pretty much now. She had no problems with it.
But then my dad calls and says "We're coming up on Saturday evening." My mom wouldn't be willing to come up in the evening on Saturday because it wouldn't make sense to. It's a waste of a day. Anyway, I told my dad, "I have some things already scheduled on Saturday." Then he just tells me, "Well, you better change them."
So great, there goes all my plans for the day. I leave the whole morning and afternoon for them so that I can spend time with them while keeping the evening available for some friends, since I would likely spend time with my family on Sunday and Monday too. But nooo... Fucking eh.
GRRRRRRRRR.
But then my dad calls and says "We're coming up on Saturday evening." My mom wouldn't be willing to come up in the evening on Saturday because it wouldn't make sense to. It's a waste of a day. Anyway, I told my dad, "I have some things already scheduled on Saturday." Then he just tells me, "Well, you better change them."
So great, there goes all my plans for the day. I leave the whole morning and afternoon for them so that I can spend time with them while keeping the evening available for some friends, since I would likely spend time with my family on Sunday and Monday too. But nooo... Fucking eh.
GRRRRRRRRR.