Every year we have 10 good months and 2 crazy months. Did I say crazy? I meant 2 wacky, insane, psycho, lunatic months. This is when Eric’s grandparents are visiting from overseas.
Frankly, I find the whole situation ironic. They come and I quote “to help out with the kid”. But instead they turn our life upside down, drive everyone absolutely mad (family dog is no exception) and make me SO tired. Instead of looking after one child, I find myself looking after one child and two adults, who present constant and immediate danger to him.