My in-laws make me sick.
At least that's the conclusion we've all decided. Ever since our Thanksgiving family visit, I've been dealing with the flu. This is par for the course when it comes to family time.
The first time I visited my then-future-sister-in-law, her children all had the nastiest case of the flu. Each kid walked around carrying a big bowl just in case someone else was busy throwing up in the bathroom. I quickly found myself in line, barfing in their toilet.
Somehow my low energy and unattractive presentation didn't leave a bad impression on the family. We all get along really well. And I mean that legitimately, not just because this is a public forum or anything. It's often joked that I married my husband because I was so in love with his family, which... is probably partly true.
But the fact is, I still get sick every time we take a trip to see the in-laws. With so many nieces and nephews, I guess they pass around bugs to everyone. If we don't get sick while we're on vacation, we come home and the virus settles in, forcing us to stock up on ginger ale, tissues, and Saltine crackers.
My brother married well, too. His wife comes from a big, inviting family. They aren't all technically my in-laws, but I still consider them family. More like out-laws.
My husband and I get sick visiting all of them too.
I suppose a few days of the constant destined bout of the flu or a cold or some other unnamed virus is a welcome luxury compared to the awful relationships some people have with their new in-laws...
Granted, I'm still in the first year of marriage. So I still have plenty of time to make my new family sick of me.