DH's family comes every Christmas. Usually, his sister/BIL/nephew stay with us and his parents and brother stay in a hotel. I can't really take more house guests than that. This year, my brother/SIL/niece were set to be away in Europe for the time they were going to be here.
So MIL asked DH if they could stay at my brother's house instead of renting a hotel (he lives <1 mile from my house). The 3 night hotel stay wouldn't stretch their budget, but whatever. So I ask my brother, and he's pretty chill and pretty neat, but still has to spend a day cleaning his house for people he doesn't even know staying there. While also trying to get ready to travel to Europe with an 11 month old. But whatev.
So they get a complete VRBO for free. They have crib for my nephew and 2 queen beds, and I set the whole place up with an air mattress for my DH's brother, sheets, towels, blankets, food, etc.
Then, DH's sister says she would rather just stay with us (in a single guest room with a pack and play for their 22 month old). But I already offered our guest room for Christmas Eve to my 96 year old grandmother so she can spend Christmas Eve with us and not have to travel 1 hour each way to come back for Christmas Day. She is pissy about that. Again, whatev.
I tell them about the air mattress. They say that DH's brother is just going to stay in a hotel because they didn't realize we could provide an air mattress. So why are you staying at my brother's house anyway then?? Again, whatev.
Christmas comes. Somehow, unobserved by either me or DH, my 3 year old DD gets a giant bruise on top of her foot. She says MIL did it. MIL denies it. DH suspects MIL did it somehow intentionally in the 30 minutes or so she spent alone with DD and DS in our playroom out of sight. DD does NOT like MIL. NOT whatev. But DH and I don't know what more to do about this and figure on zero unsupervised time with his mother and our kids.
The day after Christmas MIL shows up wearing my brother's wife's boots. Who does that???
They leave and I go over to my brother's house to change his sheets, since I don't want him coming home exhausted from Europe to dirty sheets. They left a Hershey bar on the counter with a note saying "thanks for letting us stay here". And the peanut brittle that my mother gave them! With the tag removed! As if my brother wouldn't recognize his own mother's peanut brittle and figure out the regift!
There is so much more I could add to this story. But thank goodness they're gone and thank goodness they don't live closer.