Christmas is Coming - And So Are The In-Laws
Christmas is coming. It's only two weeks away, and that can only mean one thing.
It's hurricane season.
No, not literally, but I am talking about the arrival of my almost-mother-in-law. Her nickname is Hurricane Diane. Her other nickname is Nanasaurus. Naturally, neither hurricanes nor dinosaurs are known for tiptoeing quietly into your life, and neither does Diane. Rather, she blows into town with gale-force winds, taking charge of everything and everyone in sight.
I have yet to decide if my good-natured, laid back southern girl ways are a blessing or a curse when it comes to Hurricane Diane. I am a very accommodating person - a yes girl - so a visit from Nanasaurus often means that I'm running around like a crazy woman, trying to be a gracious hostess, and generally feeling very unsuccessful and sorry for myself.
Though we aren't married yet, I have officially been accepted as a full-blown family member around these parts. Loosely translated, this means that I can already discern the tone of her voice which means she would have made a slightly different choice than the one I am currently making, all while dripping with love.
As in "Oh. You use salted butter? Well, that's your choice dear, good for you!"
See what I mean?
But oh, how my man loves his momma. It would bother a less confident woman, I'm sure, but my fiance' has always done a great job of making sure that I know that I'm number one, and that he and I are a team. Of course, it helps that he's got her number. I've learned that he can love her to bits but still know that she can make everyone a bit - um, crazy.
Like that time I came home from work and she was on her hands and knees, "deep cleaning" the bathroom, mere hours after I had cleaned it to (what I considered to be) perfection. That's a crazy making moment if I have ever seen one, right there.
Of course, to be fair, she is an awesome woman. She runs her own business, raised two boys as a single mom on limited resources, and is the type of woman that I want my daughter to look up to. Strong, smart, independent - she almost makes you want to do a fist pump. She has instilled amazing character in both of her sons - they are so respectful of women, of mothers, and insanely supportive of women who have their own careers - when I met my fiance I felt like I had hit the jackpot. Now I know that the things I love so much about him are a direct result of Hurricane Diane. Remembering that makes me feel a little less crazy during the comments about the butter and the deep cleaning of my bathroom.
So, with the countdown to her arrival on, I've started gathering my hurricane supplies. Extra patience? Check. A dose of humor? Check. Being that I've been through several hurricanes in my lifetime, I'll just keep in mind the piece of advice that emergency preparedness officials give out over and over again - keep calm.
Or at least, I'll try.