Some months ago, my mother-in-law expressed an interest in coming to visit us. The last time she came to visit was at our wedding, almost eight years ago, so we didn’t really take it seriously.

Two weeks ago, Sister-in-Law #2 (or maybe she’s #3; she’s a twin) called to tell us that my mother-in-law and Sister-in-Law #1 would be driving down this weekend. Shortly thereafter, Sister-in-Law #4 called to tell us to ignore all plans, because my mother-in-law rarely goes anywhere and always cancels everything at the last minute. I believe her exact words were, “I can promise you that Mom will never set foot in your house.”

So we figured, what are the odds? and we did little preparation for her visit. It’s been a busy week, with me in California, and all our technology has been in limbo as we move it to our new office. Plus, we had plans to go out last night to celebrate Friday the 13th, something we do whenever possible because we were married on that auspicious day.

This morning, Sister-in-Law #1 called to say that they were already in Connecticut.

In addition to the things that one would normally do to prepare for guests, we need to move the office furniture to the new office, Aitch’s furniture to the old office, and Minor’s furniture from the guest room to Aitch’s old room, to free up the guest room.

We’re out of milk, so I’m just sitting here paralyzed, unable to take any decisive action, because I haven’t had my coffee yet.