First... I come from a very small family. On my Mom's side there is Mom and Grandma. On my Dad's side there are a few more people but still under 30 and that is going into second and third cousins - all of them living on the East Coast. This weekend, there is a family wedding on my Dad's side. It's going to be like a reunion is some ways. We've been planning to go for over a year. ....but now we have Grandma. The wedding is on the East Coast and Grandma is here with us on the West Coast. Grandma can't travel so someone had to stay home and take care of her. I volunteered. My Dad needs to see his family! He and Mom were willing to miss it so I could go, but that wasn't right. So, I'm going to be a bit down this weekend. Yet, I can't show any of that in front of Grandma because it would mean that I love my Dad's family and hate her of course. That is how she is. It's not easy to keep up a happy front when you are sad. Add to this the wear and tear of taking care of Grandma. The first this she asked us was if we would take her gambling on Sunday. We said we would but we would take just her. Don't tell Grumpus. So what does she do... she tells Grumpus that she's going gambling but he can't. We didn't think that was right, especially since his grand-daughter is getting married on Saturday and he can't be there. So we made arrangements to take Grumpus too on Sunday. Then last night, husband is called into work for BOTH days this weekend. This means that I get to take both grandparents to the Casino by myself. It usually takes TWO adults for each of them. This is going to be a very bad/rough weekend. And now the tooth that I can't afford to have pulled until September is starting to hurt.