exhausted

Last Friday evening, my husband Mark had left for a youth retreat, Esther (our youngest) was in bed, and I was sitting on the couch with our two older daughters counting down the minutes till their bedtime so I could finally relax. Then, to my surprise, my in-laws arrived at the door. My mother-in-law apologized for being late, while I looked at her in utter confusion. Why on earth are my in-laws here? They don’t