The P-Dawg is not the least bit nervous about the prospect of living with his in-laws for a month and a half (although they will be on vacation for three weeks of that time), viewing it as an adventure and opportunity to take advantage of free babysitting. Optimism is the P-Dawg's middle name and it serves him well.
I'm a bit more skeptical about the specific machinations necessary for peaceful cohabitation of three generations under one roof. I'm prepared to pull my weight in terms of household responsibilities and all that, but the other day my mom mentioned that I might want to bring my crockpot, as well as a few of my "favorite pans," and I'll be honest, this struck mortal fear into my heart.
It's not that I don't know how to cook, exactly, it's just . . . the expectations. Before the P-Dawg and I got married, my dear late grandmother actually pulled him aside and said, "I so sorry she no cook! We try to teach, but she no cook." It's like a test: after almost eight years of marriage, has she or has she not learned how to cook already?
Anyway, aside from waxing nostalgic and going through a daily litany of "lasts" ("P-Dawg, do you realize this is the last Thursday we will ever spend in the hut? The last time we'll ever grill out in this yard? The last new ketchup container I will place in this refrigerator? By the time this milk expires, we will be gone"), I have done little in the realm of preparing for the big move. Although I did shower this morning with a morsel of soap no bigger than my pinkie finger because I am hell bent on making it the last piece of soap I will ever lather up with in the hut.
Now that we've come down to the wire, many possessions previously regarded as indispensable are being tossed willy-nilly into a garbage bag as I make my rounds from room to room. You didn't read it here, but it's possible that some articles of the P-Dawg's clothing might get "lost in the move." As they say.
Also, much as it pained me, I had to dispose of this *begin air quotes*
What, if I may ask, is your general rule of thumb when deciding whether a piece of your progeny's artwork will receive a coveted spot in the underbed Rubbermaid container or serve as landfill instead?
It seems that I'm always saying to the V-meister, "Hmmmm . . . I don't know what happened to that picture/rock/lint-studded piece of dried out play-doh!" What's more, I feel only the slightest twinge of guilt as these words leave my lips, just thankful that I haven't been caught with my hand in the garbage can yet.
My presence will be scarce in blogland for the next few weeks as we move out of the hut (*sniff*) and get settled in at my parents' place. And because this blog is TOP SECRET as far as my extended family is concerned, when I do resume posting, it will be by flashlight under the covers in my old bedroom. And then only if I've completed my chores.
See you on the other side!
25 comments:
Hope the time with family is "pleasant." You are brave!
Sending good wishes on the upgrade from hut to mansion.
And the art? Beau-doo-ful.
Indecipherable landscapes and animals I hate tossing. But poopy clumps (sorry V-meister) I would part with I think.
Good luck with the transistion and the move! We'll miss you!!
The three generation thing is fun! Heck, we even managed to conceive a child while we were living with my parents.
"I so sorry she no cook." Hahahahaha.
Okay, have done this TWICE!!
First time, I was preggars, we sold our hut, and were having a hard time finding the next house. I had the baby while living at home with the folks and didn't move out until he was 3 months old. Okay, blog fodder.
Second time, my folks downsized and moved in with us for about 6 weeks. I was pregnant again LOL! But they moved out before I had the girlie.
One thing my husband could totally handle was the criticism I got from my mom that I wasn't taking good enough care of him.... grrrr. He just LOVED it!
Good luck over the next little while, and if you come up with some good crockpot recipes, pass them along... ;)
Blog from the library, for our sake!
Rima,
You are a beautiful woman. Roy
What an emotional and exciting time. I imagine you are just overjoyed at buying your new place but ripped at leaving your old place. Plus living with the in-laws. Yikes! I would feel so freaked out if I had to cook for my MIL.
Good luck and keep us posted when you can! :)
Oh but the thought of moving into that beautiful new house would get me through anything. Of course you need to make a horrendous meal the one time, just to prove 'she still no cook',and then you'll have more time to sneak off and blog.
Gail
Good luck on the move!
I think that the craft you have displayed here can be recycled and used as a practical joke, if you know what I mean. Scare the crap out of someone (uh, no pun intended).
Good luck on the move.
As for cooking, everyone loves sandwiches, right? Or grill up some burgers, you can't wreck a burger.
and seriously, I thought that was a plate of not crafts, if you know what I mean. Feel free to lose that in the move.
your parents? not extended stay america?? ;)
good luck.
Can I say? I'm glad that's an art project and not what I thought it might be? That's a shade of playdoh I've never seen!
Good luck with your stay at the 'rents. Remember, you're younger and can probably run faster, if things get out of hand. :-)
I've been caught tossing artwork (hangs head in shame).
But I've convinced her that all the large sheets of newsprint covered with tempura are WRAPPING PAPER! That she made! Just for her friends!
Good luck with all the moving.
I loathe moving with the power of a thousand burning suns.
I wish you tons of luck and see you when you're settled in.
um, what's the deal with Roy up there?
I'm not at all sentimental about my kids crafts or school projects. The day will come that you will know that the process of creating this or that meant something to them, and those are the ones worth keeping. Unless it's a handprint or a flower drawn just for you, I say...meh.
Finally, I'm glad I'm not the only one who still hasn't told her parents about the blog. ;)
Wow, that is some abstract artwork.
Hope all goes smoothly with the 'rents.
Pssst! *whispers* If you don't shield the flashlight with your hand, they'll see it. And I hope your move is relatively painless. Get it? relatively? har!
Good luck! Totally throw away that art, dude.
The art work is funny. I'm constantly throwing my daughter's stuff away but I guess I'm not that good yet because she always seems to discover it in the trashcan under that box....
Perfect timing on the itty-bitty piece of soap - You'll have all those lovely Vermont Country Soaps to start out your new home with!
Congrats on the win :)
Wheee! Good luck with the move...and living with your parents again. I know firsthand how stressful that can be. But soon you'll be in your new house...woo hoo!
:)
My parents are in the process of moving right now too and a lot of things are not making the move with them, most of which they are trying to give to me or my brother. Some we want, others not so much! Good luck!!
FIRST, I am laughing my ass off over that work of art. Priceless. Second, I think our stay with my in-laws when waiting to move into OUR house is what started my vodka drinking. I'm just sayin"...
Hope you come to the other side, soon! Good luck with the parents and please check in when you can.
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