You remember that they almost didn't invite anyone to our wedding because they didn't want us to get married. HELLO! They felt that since Coach was starting physical therapy school it was a sin to get married. What? This uncommon belief isn't obvious to you? Well, they figured we wouldn't be ready to procreate while he was a student. Unwillingness to procreate from day one of marriage = sin. Simple. Need more of a refresher? Click the link.
They sent an email in the fall that pushed me over an edge that I had been dangling over for years. So, not a lot of conversation happening between the 'laws' and moi.
Coach is a busy guy. He intends to reach out and call his folks every week or two. In reality, well - he doesn't always get around to it. So, minutes (or at the very least less than 24 hours) after I invited the two awesome sister/sister in laws living in state to our house for Easter, the phone rang.
|Reg doing what he loves best - and|
God help the phone caller who tries to
interfere with basketball.
I bugged my eyes out and shook my head in Reg's face and mouthed the words: 'Tell them Daddy is walking out the door and he will call them later.' Reg understood his assignment (honestly he REALLY wanted to go shoot hoops and was happy to intercept/re-route this phone call) mission accomplished. That was a close call - literally.
Coach called them back later. He hung up and now it was his turn to be bug-eyed. 'My parents are coming home from South Carolina this weekend!' (they recently sold their place in Florida to move near Coach's brother who relocated to South Carolina). WHAT?!!!
Translation: they would be in town for Easter. I had not factored their presence in when I invited Coach's side over. His sister emailed me a little later like after his folks had clearly started calling everyone to let them know they would be in town, 'Hey, I just found out my folks are going to be in town for Easter. Are you still OK hosting?'
It was going to be so FUN! Now, . . . well, party-poopers would be in attendance.. There was no way around it. Coach assumed I would not host. I am not THAT horrible. I said we could move forward. Thur gritted teeth . . . obviously.