It’s really hard for me to behave. I can’t remember which munchkin we knew that used to ask “Are you bein’have?”
Toting the in laws back to Park City and using them as indentured servants seemed totally appropriate knowing how good FIL is at this stuff. I’ve tried to help. I’ve tried to suggest fun activities. I’ve tried to help MK bond to his family. The house stuff was just a bonus. Then the project I asked for got started. But now I don’t want them to leave. And it’s not just because I’m worried we won’t ever be able to finish this project without them. Although we might not have company for a while.
It’s fun with a house full. SIL is young, as you may or may not know, and a pure PLEASURE to have around the house. I could adopt an 11 year old. MIL is teaching me how to cook. FIL laughs at all my jokes.
So I’m trying not to think about them leaving – about how life will get back to normal and we’ll stay up late and get back on the internet and not make frowny faces about other stuff we’re missing (Twitter was down? It’s amazing how you don’t notice the fail whale if you GET OUT.) or forgetting. I’m not thinking about the gym I haven’t been to in a week, the pigging out we’ve been doing.
Because family is fun. We really fall off the grid here when family comes. I guess it’s because we’re different people. There’s normal us, ans then take it down 50 clicks family is in town us. Make sure you’re bein’have.