I have had my husband's family-- father, mother, and grandmother-- at my house now for nine days. Some of you might cringe at this prospect, and want to dissolve at the mere thought of hosting in-laws for such a period of time. And at one point in my life, I might have, too. But I am lucky now that I have truly acclimated to my husband's family, and we've carved out a groove that we jump right into when they visit, and it works for everyone. I plan meals, mostly cook them, and they always help with clean up and dishes. They pick up after themselves, and after the kids, too. They grab the kids whenever they need someone and they read to them, play with them, enjoy them. We're lucky enough to have a little cabin in the backyard (how quaint!) which is a complete and perfect bedroom, making hosting company easier than it might be without that space. So having them here is really a treat, they help me out, I get some time to do things like go to meetings at the hospital, spend the morning at Liam's school, and work in my damp, shady garden down front.
Here we are at Charlotte's stone. We are one less than five. But we are, I admit, all smiling.