So tonight my mom and dad are coming. I love them, I really do and I’m very greatful that my mom is coming to help with some wedding stuff. They have been the most amazing parents I could ever hope for and I’m so lucky to have them. It’s just that they are very conservatively religious and I feel like we have to go through this whole huge process in order to prepare for their stay. Not that we’re crazy witchcraft practicing party-animals or anything but hey, Ad does enjoy his beer and I do enjoy my wine….in moderation…most of the time 
But it’s soooo much more than just that. We can’t listen to any music other than Classical because they think it’s wrong. We can’t watch most TV shows because they think it’s wrong. We can’t take advantage of when the boys are in bed and bring out our potty-mouths. We can’t let the boys watch certain shows or play certain games on the Wii. Ok wait, most shows and most games are taboo.
And ok, I must say that my parents are very loving and very accepting and know that we are very different than anyone else they associate with, even my sisters, but they still would be horrified if they knew the whole truth. We still go to PUBS?!!!! What?!!! Oh yes, our lives are filled with horrendous things such as junk food, too many treats around the house, Linkin Park and Michael Buble and too much TV…and beverages. Oh the horror! So many times I have longed for my family to just be normal. I don’t want a different family, I just want to be able to relate to them.
So Adam cleared all of the empty’s out of the deck cupboard, I’m lamenting throwing out the remainder of my wine in the fridge (do I just guzzle it in the middle of the day? ) Next I will do a thorough comb through of the house. Do the usual making sure that nothing offensive is in sight and prominently set out all gifts from parents. You know how it goes. I’ve debated even toning down my deep red nail polish on my fingers to a pretty pale pastel, but no. I will not go that far. And yes, I will still be wearing my rather large signature earrings. I’m neither a doormat nor a rebel. I am simply trying to keep the peace while holding onto some shred of my identity.
