Sunday Lunch @ 12:30

Sunday lunch @ 12:30 with my family and grandma is a routine for me. I'm so sick of waiting for my brother's family to show up. Grandma got out from Sunday whorship at around 12:15. Instead of having her waits and wanders around Chinatown, I try to schedule lunch with everyone @ 12:30. Is it really that differcult to be on time? How come it has to be at least 30 to 45 minutes late every single time. Before the baby, I will voice out my anger, yet no improvement of course. After Sky arrived, I guess baby always has unexpected poo poo right before the minute you try to walk out the door. I try to control myself, but I just can't act like I don't mind about the late. I'm sure my family suffers from my attitude and "eat shit" face, but seeing them coming in late and act like nothing's wrong just drives me crazy. The worst is my grandma wouldn't eat and keep looking toward the entry way until they show up. AAAAARHHHHHHHH! As always, my response to handle them is to LEAVE when I'm finished with my lunch. Well, but what's the point to have quality time with my family when I actually pissed everyone off with my frustration.