Till my family comes to visit.
C. decided it would be nice to invite the family down to his place — an adorable house that fits two comfortably. At first, I thought, what a wonderful idea. But now I'm reliving that moment over and over in my head, trying to change the words that came out of my mouth to: WHAT ARE YOU NUTS?
It's not like the summer, when we could play tag and bbq dogs on the grill. No. It's winter. It's muddy and we just got a new rug.
C.'s never had four small children coloring on his hardwood floors before. C. doesn't even own crayons. This should be interesting...