Normally, I am ready for Friday to come on Monday, but this week I feel like Elton John and George Michael let the sun go down on me.
My in-laws are coming. Unexpectedly. And last-minute.
Andy got home from Iraq in July. Pretty much the ENTIRE YEAR he was gone, none of our parents came to visit, other than my father who came and just never left…so I don’t count that as a visitor. Now, you would THINK that they might figure I would need a little break and offer to take the kids, but my own mother hasn’t even been here in over a year. Since the week after Andy got home, we have spent 3 weekends without any excess parenting. That’s it.
This confirms that everyone likes him better.