At Home With Dad

A few months ago my wife heavily drugged me and begun a line of questions that has drastically impacted my entire family’s life the last week or so.

See, one unspecified evening a few months ago, my wife apparently asked me about her mother coming for a visit. Great! A few days with grandma (a.k.a. Jamma) would be fantastic. The kids could play with her. See the kids in their “activities”. Sounds like a winning idea! Apparently though I agreed to 20 days with Jamma. (Ok, it was really was my idea, but for the sake of this post I’m sticking with the drugged idea. Much better story.)

Well… we are at day 9 of the 20 day visit today and… well… you might think things would be starting to unravel around here, but, honestly, the visit is going really well – which probably means she is ready to shoot me. But, from my perspective the visit is going much smoother than I was prepared for (i.e. I’ve only drunk half a bottle of wine and haven’t even needed the other 3 cases yet). The hardest part has been getting the kids to bed with all 4 of them crammed into one bedroom, but we knew that was going to have some issues. (That reminds me… I need to pick up some more duct tape at Home Depot.)

Jamma has seen a little swimming (with the swim team and in the backyard), ballet, soccer, guitar playing, chickens, and countless other “things”. She is enjoying watching the kids and the kids love having her there. All parties appear to be happy. Who’d have thunk it?