This reminds me of the visit to my inlaws. For some reason, she (my mil) wants everyone to stay with her so that we are all under her roof. This visit included my inlaws of course, my husband, me, my two kids, husband's sister, husband and her two kids. Counting up this is 6 adults and 4 kids. Everything all the time that we did had to be discussed. It got really old. So, on the day we spent with even more relatives, mil announces that she is not cooking, which I suppose was supposed to start the discussion. I said, "I don't know what you all are doing but I am going to Olive Garden." Guess what? Everyone else decided that it was fine with them.