Gremlins

Disclaimer: Part rant, part venting, part comedic relief (But then again isn't that what every blog post is, anyway?)

My grandparents are visiting.
For a week.
Add a handle of Jim Beam (for my Grandfather), a case of red wine (for my Grandmother), a lock on the door (for me), and we've got ourselves a party!

Its like gremlins are in the house. Or a poltergeist, whatever.

I go to the fridge, where's my OJ? I don't know, but I'll take a sip of this other OJ that's in here. Oops, no wait, its fish flavored (that nasty Omega3 heart healthy junk)
I'm walking down the hallway, boom, there's my grandmother sock-surfing into a dark corner, and into me. (Seriously, besides it just being annoying, its dangerous. She's 86, she could break a hip. I almost did and I'm not 86...)
I'm waiting for my coffee pot to beep, telling me my delicious morning nectar is ready and I'm waiting, I'm waiting... Oh, no wonder it isn't ready... Someone shut it off before it was finished brewing...
I'm getting ready to go to work and taking a shower, and oops, I'm out of hot water, because someone apparently couldn't wait 20 minutes to get showered and dressed in a hurry to sit on the couch and do nothing all day.
I'm stepping out of the shower, and onto.. cold tile? Wait, what? Why's my BATH mat over by the toilet?

Is someone messing with me? I feel like the grocer in Amelie. Everything is just off enough for it to freak me out. Friday, please hurry up so I can have my life back!