We had Chrismas 2.0 at my folks this weekend. On the way there our realtor called and asked if there was any possible way we could show our house at 11. Um, no. The house was a shithole. I still had a faint milk odor where it had soaked into the carpet so I coated that in a box of Arm and Hammer and shoved a chair over it so the cat wouldn't eat it. The house was torn apart from Christmas and packing and DH hadn't put away his clothes for weeks or cleaned the litter box.
DH starts freaking and we try to make a plan to get the house clean for a 1 pm showing. Turns out the people could reschedule for today so we kept going and got our food and drink on!
It was a good time. All of the kids were on their bestest behavior. My 8 yo nephew was the absolute sweetest with 6let. He even helped 6let go potty and went to bed a little early because 6let was a little scared.
There was ZERO drama with my brother's wife. I think the relationship with her and everyone has been repaired. Maybe not perfect, but 90+% there. The only drama was my sister about ready to kill me over a game of Mille Borne, but that isn't quite abnormal. I spilled a beer on her so we're even.