My mother-in-law is a funny lady, and she refers to us all as the Waltons. In fact, this is her Facebook profile pic right now:
My mother-in-law doesn’t blog, so you won’t get to read her funny updates about us all moving in with her, but I will share one with you:
May 3: I have not written about the other Walton that is living with us because, frankly, I just don’t love her like the others. She actually irritates me at times, she smells at times and I’d rather not share more. I’m sorry, I know you shouldn’t play favorites – just read Genesis and see what trouble happened by choosing favorites. I just can’t help it. I totally get it Abraham, Jacob, and others. So this is my true confession. I just don’t love Greta, the dog the same as Eli and Eva. There I said it. She is kinda cute but still not my favorite. Do you think she knows?
(Remember the dog, who puked on the carpeting during our I’d-rather-not-remember-it transition weekend?)
The woman is developing a cult following of her friends and family members who log on each day hoping for more.
Anyways, moving into someone else’s house does have its challenges, but the in-law’s place has a lot of what we’re looking for in a house: main floor laundry facilities, full-size dishwasher, country location, room for farm animals.
I mentioned this to my father-in-law, who since then has been kind enough to offer some suggestions of homes we should check out. Okay, okay, we can take a hint 😉