My mother-in-law offered to watch our three kids so my husband and I could finally celebrate our anniversary. I thought it was the nicest thing she’d ever done for us. Three days later, I opened my bedroom closet and realized she hadn’t come to help us at all.
Our tenth anniversary was supposed to be different.
Between three kids under ten, school schedules, soccer practice, and full-time jobs, Mark and I hadn’t had a real celebration in years.
Every anniversary ended the same way.
We’d order takeout after the kids fell asleep, promise we’d celebrate properly next year, and fall asleep on the couch before dessert.
So when Evelyn called and offered to stay for a week so we could finally have some time together, I was stunned.
“You two deserve a break,” she said. “Let me spoil my grandbabies.”
I actually cried after we hung up.
Maybe things were changing.
Maybe I’d judged her too harshly.
She arrived Sunday afternoon with two enormous suitcases, a garment bag, and enough shopping bags to look like she was moving across the country.
The kids ran outside to hug her.
She barely had one foot inside before she looked toward the hallway.
“The guest room still has that awful sofa bed?”
“It does,” I said. “I bought a new mattress topper, though. It’s much more comfortable now.”
She smiled politely.
“I’m sure it is.”
Ten minutes later, she called Mark upstairs.
When I reached the bedroom, she’d already lowered herself onto the edge of our bed.
She rubbed her lower back dramatically.
“I tried lying down in the guest room,” she said. “The mattress is terrible.”
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