So the ship was beautiful. So the stateroom was pretty dang big. So drinks were plentiful, varied and less expensive then I thought they would be. So the food was usually good. So the massage was out of this world. I have learned I am not a cruise person. There are just too dang many people on the boat. And they think they have a right to get in my way, they think they have a right to sit around my pool, they think they have a right to go the parties I want to go, to get off the boat when I want to get off the boat, to sit in the lounge when I want to sit in the lounge. In other words they think they have the same rights that I have. When I win the lottery I am going to hire a private yacht.
Boy-A added to the excitement, he cut his toe while opening the door to the in-laws cabin the first morning. The nurse in the infirmary (Carnival Lines) was out and out rude. And I had to restrain myself from smacking her over the head. But the Doctor was excellent, and his toe got stitched and the rest of the cruise was much better. Except that he couldn’t go in the pool, he couldn’t practice running on the track (he wants to try out for track when school starts). And he and his brother could not wear off all their energy and they were a pain much of the time we spent in the cabin. But we survived.
The in-laws drove all 6 of us. And for us Marylanders, driving and getting lost in NY City is no fun. And we all know what happens when a car full of family is lost in a strange place. The driver and the navigator begin to squabble. I found it really interesting seeing how the in-laws fight. It is way too civil and polite. Neither raised a voice. At the most one or the other would have a bit of an edge to their voice. When that happened, the other would back down. That is not the way I fight with their son. I get cross quickly and when I am cross I get loud. I get angry if he doesn’t agree with me and even angrier when he backs down just to shut me up. I’m a lot of fun to live with.
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