and its not even about the baby! baby, i can deal with. but the weirdness of my brother and my general family's lack of communication skills leading up to us standing in the front yard and my two old brothers collectively telling my husband that no he was NOT invited to dinner with them, my father, and his own wife. That, that is too much on a Thursday evening. And then me crying and going home, to the house I share with said weird brother.
So I'm thinking making it till Christmas was optomistic indeed. And that I need to get the !&*$ out of town.