Emmie’s mom is coming to live with us. She’s coming to live with us in two days.
Yes, you read that right. My mother in-law is coming to live with me, my wife, my stepson, my daughter (on the weekends she’s here) our dog and two cats in our teeny tiny 1,190 square foot house.
They are both are extremely excited about the prospect. Me… I don’t know. I was talking to her (my mother in-law) on the phone last night and she said how excited she was about it and how she’s really looking forward to being here with us.
She asked if I was excited. I kinda felt put on the spot. I didn’t really know how to answer because “excited” is definitely NOT the word I would use to describe how I’m feeling about this. I would probably use words like “nervous”, “worried”, “anxious”, “concerned”.
I mean for one, it’s a small house. Three very small bedrooms with only one and a half baths. Secondly, Emmie and I are still getting to know each other. We’ve only been married for about a year and a half.
But I know Em is excited. It’s been hard for her being here in Houston not knowing anyone and her momma living in the panhandle. She says she’s nervous but I know she’s really happy about her mom coming here.
And so… I am happy.
There have been a couple of major events I’ve written about on the ol’ blog. I believe this can be added to the list.