When grandparents visit
I am one of the few people it seems who are fortunate enough to have good in-laws. We've always been on good terms and visited whenever possible. Now that there's a baby in the picture, though, those visits have taken on more meaning and have become more important, if not more frequent.
I used to think that it was easier to have people over to our house rather than visiting them. For one thing, I hate to impose and I always feel like I'm imposing whenever I bring me, my husband, my dog and now my baby along for the ride. For another thing, we have to pack practically our whole house to get wherever we're going.
So when all the grandparents decided to buck it up and visit us in the big apple, I thought it would be the best of all worlds. We'd get to sit tight and play host, which is always fun (and gives us a reason to do a real cleaning on the house), and the grandparents would get to see their grandbaby and a little of the big city.
Normally they visit over a long weekend. This usually allows maximum grandparent time with the baby while keeping our hands free to take care of things. Or so we thought.
We were all actually too busy having fun to get anything done. The baby basically started crawling this past weekend (yes, I know, he's five months old, but I swear, he was crawling!) and we spent a lot of time watching and laughing over that.
Then there was all the anecdote-sharing about when my husband and I were little kids. Then there was all the eating, because you never visit New York City and cook in every night--there's simply too much delicious food everywhere you go! Then there was all the sleeping because we exhausted each other!!!
As a result the house is a disaster and none of us were ready for the work/daycare week. None of the laundry was done and the floor needs to be vacuumed desperately and I have no idea where anything is.
I've come to realize, however, that all of this is ok. Yes, my life was totally turned upside down this past weekend, as it always is when grandparents visit, but in a totally good way. In the best way, actually, the way that it does when you bring a baby into the world.
As you may have noticed, I didn't get any time to do any writing this weekend. My husband didn't get a lick of studying done. But we were doing important things, all of us. We were sharing our son with his grandma, and she was sharing back. She paid me the highest compliment when she said to my son, "There may be little boys who have more money than you, but there's no little boy that's more loved than you."
And life doesn't really get any better than that.