We LOVE company here at the troops. LOVE it.
Well, I mean I love it. The Coach? He tolerates it rather well. After the company is gone, he's always glad they came. So, see? He loves it, too!
Last night a friend of the Coach's from college came to visit with his wife. They are newlyweds - married about two weeks ago.
First of all, let me say, kudos to them for being brave enough to come stay overnight with us. I mean, newlyweds? They actually KNEW we have eight kids, too!
We had a delightful time. Fun to finally meet this person the Coach has told me about. Fun to meet his new bride - she was really wonderful!
However, I breathed a huge sigh of relief when they left.
Why, you ask?
Well, normally our company comes toting kids. When one HAS kids, one tends to be more tolerant of kids. Understands more what it's like to LIVE with kids. You know!
I so wanted this to be a pleasant and restful visit for them.
Did I just say pleasant and restful in describing our house?
Which would be why I held my breath just a bit while they were here.
Would someone burp loudly at the breakfast table? Run through the playroom without clothes on? Holler from the bathroom, "I NEED TO BE WIPED!"? Sleepwalk in the night and confuse another room with the bathroom? Wet the bed? Or (heaven forbid) GET SICK?
I certainly didn't want them to walk out the front door, look at each other knowingly and agree right then and there not to become parents. Ever. My front porch already has enough history without being responsible for that!
Instead, we really did have a pleasant time. The kids were (as I know they can be) delightful, friendly and relatively well behaved. I didn't hear a loud burp the whole time they were here!
That, my friends is amazing.
They were enjoyable company, as well. Happy to take an interest in the kids, hold Little Man (he makes friends SO easily) and seemed to really enjoy being here.
So, if you're ever in the area and want to stop by, please do! We would LOVE it! I'll even make some homemade cinnamon rolls in your honor.
But please, oh PLEASE excuse us for being a real live family with eight kids. And if you could burp at the breakfast table? That would make me feel much better.