i made it through the in-laws’ visit this weekend. not that i didn’t think i would, but visiting with them wreaks havoc on my anxiety, which is ridiculous because there isn’t anything i should feel anxiety about. Brian’s and my backgrounds and families of origin couldn’t be any more different, but Mom and Dad accept me for who i am and still like me–no, love me–so i don’t know what i get worried about. i mean, we’ve known each other for almost 6 years!
they stayed at a hotel in a nearby suburb because Dad doesn’t like driving into the city. heehee. well, when you live in a town with a population of 5,000, and hardly any traffic, who can blame him? hell, sometimes i don’t like driving in the city, either.
besides, there really isn’t room at our place. we would have given them our bedroom, and Brian and i would have crashed on the futon, but since we still kind of live like college students, i guess that offer isn’t very attractive. ok, not college students–there aren’t empty beer cans and such lying around. maybe grad students.
we had brunch on both Saturday and Sunday, and dinner with my mom on Saturday night. they spent Saturday afternoon at our place, and i’m afraid they were bored to tears. Brian kept assuring me that we wouldn’t need to entertain them, but i don’t know–i guess part of my anxiety is about being a good hostess, which i’m sure that i’m not. for one thing, regular readers already know i can’t bake, let alone cook. we don’t even have a table to eat at!
though Dad doesn’t hate cats, he doesn’t particularly like them, either. as soon as he and Mom sat on the couch, Angelo went straight for him and climbed into his lap!
it was a good weekend.