The holiday arrived and we set off, making sure my sisters boys had priority as an upset in there routine leave them prone to melt downs. My children and i say at the back of the minvan so sarah and andy could sit up front. My sister immediatly got into a fight with her husband as she wanted to sit next to him but there older son Joseph wanted to sit with his dad too. He screamed and cried for the first 30 minutes of the journey when he was moved out of his seat. I did my best to cheer him up but he just wanted to be with his daddy. The holiday we all looked forward to went rapidly down hill from there. My sister and her husband expecteded my mother and i to watch there children. The boys were running around the service stop and they did nothing to stop them. I was watching all 5 children and trying to stop them hurting themselves as her husband played on his phone and my sister complained about him eating a cake in front of her when he knew she was on a diet then proceeded to say how unfair it was i was so thin was she was so fat (there is one dress size between us) Everything i ate was a big deal (how come you can eat all that and not get fat) but if i didn't finished anything, it was because i was paranoid about my weight.