My sister is on her way to my house from the Memphis airport. My nephew and niece arrive on Wednesday and Thursday, respectively. They don't know their mom is coming. So I need to have a conversation with my niece to see just who she thought was going to be the designated asshole to come get her from the airport in lieu of cooking turkey dinner. Her excuse is that she didn't want to ask (even just fucking ask) her lab partner to do the lab a day early so she could fly out Wednesday. I can then have the convo with her about treating my sister like shit the last 4 years when she is going to school for free because of my sister. Don't get me started on my BIL who isn't even invited to this dumpster fire.
My wife, once she understood the scale of shitstorm descending on our farm, decided that it would behoove her to go visit her parents (81 and 84 years old) in Havasu. I was the one who suggested it, since I got to spend 3 days with them this summer (They are awesome, btw) and they aren't getting any younger. My brother and his family, along with my dad are readying the popcorn maker to watch the drama unfold.
And I get to cook the whole dinner: one baked turkey because my darling niece is allergic to peanuts; one deep fried turkey because fuck her, I am having a deep fried turkey... in peanut oil; a 10lb boneless rib roast; two types of sweet potatos (sis can't eat dairy and I thrive on butter); Watergate salad; 2 kinds of mashed potatoes because, sister; green bean casserole; 2 types of stuffing; veggie tray with Uncle Dan's Southern Style Buttermilk Ranch (which is ironically from Idaho); pecan and cherry pies; and lots of dinner rolls.
Edit: So, yeah, a bit apprehensive is how I am feeling. With a healthy dose of vexation.