Easter weekend

The following is just a boring spouting from me. I'm still harboring mean feelings, so feel free to skip reading. I just needed to get it out.

Sometimes I wonder how I came from the family I did. I mean, why is it that I am so different and well...normal compared to my sister? I get so frustrated with her and it's so draining.

Background: My sister is 32, hasn't ever held a real job longer than a year (I don't think, and it's not her fault (roll your eyes)), has been on one date when she was 17, has two close friends who are 60+ years old, lives with my 85 year old grandma, has OCD, will never admit she's wrong and will argue her point (which could or could not be wrong) until she proves she's right and always was, has always been bossy and motherly to me (which bugs the living daylights out of me), and is just annoying to me. Oh, and she doesn't get the whole "personal space" thing.

So, I go up on Friday afternoon with the kids. I should know by now that any longer than 48 hours spent with my sister will end up with me being frustrated and annoyed beyond belief. But I always think, "well, maybe this will be different.." It never is. Everything with my sister and grandma is done out of habit. They eat at certain times, not because they're hungry, but because they always eat at that time. And it takes them FOREVER to do anything!!! On Saturday, preparing lunch took an hour. An HOUR!!! Do you know what we had?? Tator tots, Chicken patties and hot dogs for the kids. Yeah. An hour.... They overly stress and worry about the dumbest things! Sunday I was helping get things ready for the Easter dinner and it was a joke! My sister was going to slice some strawberries to put on a pie and it took her at least half an hour. My grandma was busy doing other things (and it takes her a while since she's 85 with Parkinsons), and I was doing the relish tray and set the table and put things back in the fridge that we didn't need. The company wasn't coming for another forty-five minutes to half an hour and grandma didn't think we had time to make deviled eggs. We had eggs already boiled. They just needed peeled and prepared, but we didn't have deviled eggs, because there wasn't time to make them. Whatever. (okay, I'm a little bitter about that. I was really looking forward to having them, but she sent home some eggs with me, so I can make my own. I'm going to time myself and see how long it takes me...) So once my sister got her strawberries sliced, she went around doing dumb stuff, like changing the hand towel in the bathroom and who knows what else. But at least she gave commentary on EVERYTHING she did. "I think I'll change the hand towel, so that we have a dry one for when so-and-so get here", "I think I'll take the garbage out", etc. I was seriously about to go off.

And the OCD. Drives me crazy! She was putting the Barbie stuff away after she "played" with Reagan and said "I don't know why we didn't do this sooner". I asked what she was talking about. Well, putting the barbie clothes into card boxes instead of just throwing them all into a big box like "we did when we were younger". I was speechless. I thought some nasty things, but I didn't say anything. Then we were getting the kids easter baskets ready and she was counting out everything evenly and made sure the colors were even too. She was getting hershey kisses out of the bag for our 3rd cousin and was saying "pink, blue, silver..." over and over to make sure she had even colors of kisses to give her. My method? Grab a handful and toss it in. And when we colored easter eggs, Grandma asked what colors it made and she rattled off a list of colors and I looked on the box and she had actually named the colors in the order they were listed. Like she had memorized it. Now for most that would be a random coinsidence, but with my sister, I believe that she really did memorize it.

Okay. I think I'm done ranting. Go about your regularly scheduled lives...