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On Monday, after we had done the usual things we do on days we don’t have anything planned, Lizzie asked: “Hey, should we visit my parents; get out in the country and relax, get away from the city?” I were a bit surprised by the question, but gave it a few seconds and answered: “Sure, why not?” I can’t remember what we were doing that day, or  what we had done, but going to the in-laws is kind of the only thing we can afford, at the moment.

We left around 2-3 pm, or something, and the traffic was just perfect. Not too many cars on the road and most people actually followed the traffic rules; most of the way anyway. I can’t remember any time I’ve been so relaxed driving that almost three-hour drive. We arrived about 5-6 pm, and I was really tired from driving that far; but still enjoy it though.

Walking inside we noticed there were toys and crackers spread out on the floors in most of the rooms. The sister of my wife is living there with her (not so) better half and shared offspring. Knowing my wife’s parents I were a bit shocked, as her mother is extremely tidy. I didn’t manage to wrap my head around why she had let this happen. It’s not my house and not my business really, so I just ignored it; but still a bit difficult to ignore seeing all that shit lying around.

Lizzie had a very sore throat and were thinking about maybe going to the doctor the next day; which meant we had to get up early. I surrendered, took a triple dose of melatonin and came to bed at 10 pm to read Hell’s Angels by Hunter S. Thompson. Lizzie’s dear sister had also brought her untrained dogs with her too. I have no clue what type of dogs they are, but they are two; one of them seem to be a bit stupid. The stupid one barked and growled at everything that night. When I say everything, I mean everything; some animal passing by or the roof cracking. Waking up in the middle of the night and then unable to sleep is not good if you have taken any type of sleep inducing drug.

It were also the first time in years I thought about forfeiting my veganism and seeing to it the dog having an “accident”.

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Tuesday morning I woke up by the alarm at 7 am, but I just turned it off and not willing to give a waking state a chance, yet. I think Lizzie came in and asked me something and I might have told her why I couldn’t be bothered going out of bed, yet; but I honestly don’t remember what was said at all. Eventually I managed to drag myself unwillingly out of bed around 9 am I think, grumpy as an old man who had his window broken by a baseball owned by a bunch of shit-for-brain kids.

A mix between sleep deprivation and a triple dose of melatonin is far from pleasant. I wouldn’t complain if it was trippy, but it wasn’t. It was just awful. I was dazed, confused, moody, grumpy and whatever you might think that is unpleasant and linked to sleep deprivation and too much melatonin. I spent most of the morning wandering around the house muttering to myself and avoiding people; spent some time swearing at the dogs too. Also having nothing in common with my wife’s sister’s hubby doesn’t help. The only thing we have in common is that we are both homo sapiens, I think.

I decided that Lizzie and I had to go to the store to get some food for the last night here and some much-needed tea. Did I mention I had sleep deprivation and took a triple dose of melatonin? Any how, driving in that state was very interesting indeed. I kept the car on the correct side of the road, but I had no sense of speed at all (I didn’t speed). At one point there is a gravel road which is very uncomfortable to drive on, so I prefer to not exceed 40-50 km/h; but that day I was flying over it in around 80 km/h, and my mind didn’t really take notice other than keeping me on the road. It was an interesting feeling; both scary, but also exciting.

Earlier that day I had made it clear I would prefer to leave that day or the day after; so we came to a mutual agreement that we would leave the next day. I pointed out I would not take any responsibility if something happened to the dog.

I had a very interesting talk with my wife’s dad about Doctor Who, Torchwood and WW2. After sharing WW2 knowledge we all decided to call it a night. The same procedure as last night; triple dose of melatonin and going to bed reading Hell’s Angels by HST.

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Around 6 am this morning I woke up hearing my wife, her sister, her mum and her dad screaming at each other. I tried to filter it out, but it was a bit difficult when one of the shit-for-brain dogs wanted to join the choir. When they finally calmed down I managed to fall back to sleep again, I think.
I didn’t managed to make out what the main argument was about, so according to me it could be anyone who started it; but according to my wife it was her sister who were chucking a tantrum in the morning, lashing out on everyone around her for some silly reason.

I think I was woken up around 7 am or something by Lizzie and I felt surprisingly rested. The day before I had ordered that we were to leave 10 am as I wanted to get home early. It was a nice a quiet morning, compared to the other days being there.

We managed to leave at 10 am and the traffic was great. Barely any cars on the road, and the few of them actually followed the traffic rules (again), most of the time though.

“Let’s not go there until your sister and her family has found their own place, as your parents seem to getting stressed already having them there,” I told Lizzie. She agreed with me on that one.
The irony here is that we went there to relax, but came back ten times more exhausted than we left. Usually you go to the country to relax, not the other way around.
I could for sure write another 1000 words about how annoyed we both were and why about certain things we experienced those few days, but I’m not in the mood and I don’t want to seem too petty and mean. I can say that we are both shocked, frustrated, angry, disappointed, annoyed and so on; but having those feelings makes us feel very fortunate, mature, normal and happy for who we are. I always try to avoid criticising how other people are living their life, but when it has a negative effect on everyone around them I can’t keep my big mouth shut; or at least my fingers from writing about it.
We’ve also learned that before you start popping out kids you should see to it you can take care of yourself economically and that you have steady job. Unless your want to end up as white trailer trash.

Note: This is yet another attempt from me trying to add some Gonzo style to my writing. Not sure If I succeed or not, but I do enjoy it. I hope you enjoyed reading it.
I must also add it’s extremely warm tonight, so I’m sorry for any grammatical errors; I’m far from focused and rested after that hideous trip we took.