The madness has begun. My darling man will leave on Mother’s Day for a little over a month. And when he returns there will be another man with him, ready to move into our home and make it his. My father in-law. Yes, my eighty-two year old father in-law will be spending his remaining days-months-years with us. While I look at that with undeniable trepidation, I realize how nice it will be for my children.
Meanwhile we were running around shopping for his furniture, getting the room and the house ready, making some minor repairs, fixing the garden, and generally running ourselves ragged. And we still have a few days to go.
The thing I’ve been telling myself for three years now (ever since his wife died and we knew he was going to move in), is to stay positive. But man, that can be hard at times. Even more so when this is your spouses’ parent, and you really cannot tell your spouse about your fears and worries. That’s what girlfriends are for, right? My biggest fear? Will our marriage survive this? I don’t know. Kinda hard to make a marriage survive when you can’t communicate with each other.
One day at a time. One day at a time…..