Morning everyone! Venting here ...
I am a horrible houseguest. I HATE, detest, loathe, despise, am anxiety-ridden over ... staying with other people. Always have been. I was the kid who never went to sleepovers because it meant that I was in someone's house.
Now we're back here, at FFIL's place. I don't sleep and am totally miserable. Now the kids are here too - they were expecting a fun filled week at the lake, but we can't go there until Thursday at the earliest. FI is getting his bike ready for his road trip, and I'm hiding out in the basement. And as uncomfortable as FI is in his father's house, he still doesn't get that my discomfort is worse (and while not entirely unrelated to his, it's much more about me not wanting to stay with other people at all - not specifically his dad.) The only reason we made it to St. John's was because his aunt was working out of town, and we could stay at her house.
I don't even stay with my own parents anymore.
I know I'm being miserable, but I can't help it.
End of vent. Regular life resumes ..... NOW!