I think I've done rather well. I have last 10 days. That is about the average length of me wanting people in my house. I'm done now. There have been no major fights (bonus!), only a few snarky comments here and there, and a moderate amount of mess.
We have eaten more food in this last 3 days than most Third World countries get in a year. And I am done. With all of it. I don't want to eat anything EVER again. I don't want to talk to anyone or see anyone or anything. I want to crawl into bed and sleep forever. I want quiet and peace and silence.
I love my family and I have missed them more than even I had realized. I am so glad we are all together -- the four siblings and the two significant others. It has been awesome.
But I swear to everything chocolate that if I didn't know some are going home tomorrow and some soon after that, I would lose my head.