My parents arrived yesterday, which means two things: (1) my household has been counting down the “sleeps” for a week, and (2) there is beer in the fridge.
I’m lucky to have a family I like.
Given that, here is my perspective on 10 Reasons Why It’s Great to Have Your Parents Come to Town
(1) A clean house. I only clean my house when people come over. On Wednesday night, while my I took my son to karate and while my husband tried not to become a human domino with his viral vertigo diagnosis, my daughter cleaned the house. As in vacuumed, spot-cleaned, tidied, etc. It’s nice not to trip over fourteen pairs of shoes in the entry, eight of which are mine.
(2) There’s beer in our fridge. See preamble above.
(3) Hugs. My mom is a hugger. So am I.
(4) Laughs. I’m from a family who laughs. Loudly. At each other. At ourselves.
(5) Free babysitting! With no family in Calgary, my husband and I have to dole out $10/hour when we go out. Not on Saturday. (see below)
(6) Movies. Due to the free babysitting, C and I are going to see this hilarious Canadian Indie film that I actually featured on my blog. It’s called Sex After Kids, and the reviews that this edgy RomCom is racking up are impressive. Watch the trailer. Then see if you can find it at a theatre near you. I’m also an Associate Producer. I’m not sure what that means, other than the fact that I gave up a month of chai tea lattes to support the project in its early days. But…I’m on IMDB! (proving it’s all about me…sigh).
(7) Cribbage. I started playing crib at age six, which means I should be good. In spite of my mediocrity, I still play when my parents are around. It’s our thing. Before we eat dinner, we grab a beer and play a game or two.
(8) Freezer cooking. My mom makes (and freezes) a few dozen hamburger patties for us. She usually bakes amazing cookies too. This Sunday we’re also making lefse, a Norwegian tradition I’ll tell you about next week.
(9) The Intergenerational Thing. I had a special relationship with my grandparents, and now my twins have that with my parents. I’m in awe of how my kids can convince my dad to play goofy games, and at my mom’s patience and ability to resolve sibling-fights with a quiet distraction.
(10) Did I mention there’s beer in the fridge?
Happy Weekend, my friends.
And Skoal! (Skål for the purists.) For the non-Norwegians, that’s “cheers”…
Were you close with your grandparents?
Best thing about having your parents around?