I don’t think I’ve ever put it here on the blog. But Tim’s parents have this annoying habit of just appearing on our door step unannounced.

I know this might not seem so annoying or unusual until you find out that Tim’s parent’s live either a 25 hour drive from us, or a 4 hour flight/three hour drive from us.

It’s not like they’re sitting at the dinner table after dinner and one of them says “hey, let’s go and see the kids tonight”

They literally have to plan these visits out. Poppy needs to get time off of work, Nanny needs to book flights and hire cars. All the while, keeping this HUGE secret from us.

The first time they did it was quite funny. I was working late and Tim and I had not had a smoke for four days. It was coming on a new record for us and I was feeling great about it. But when I walked through the door I could smell smoke and I went off at Tim because he’d given in.

Only to have Poppy and Nanny (who is a smoker) walk out of our bedroom.

Last year they just knocked on our back door. My first words? “Oh fuck me”

This time, last night, they knocked on the front door and I answered it, half naked.

Three weeks ago, while Tim and I returned from Brisbane after Jaxon’s appointment, I casually told Tim that my “in-law-radar” had spiked, and that he should ask them when they’re coming.

It’s not like they’ll tell us they’re coming. I just get him to ask in hope that they’ll slip up and make a mistake.

Poppy tell’s me that is the third time I’ve done it. The third time I’ve said to Tim “they’re on their way” and it’s been on the money.

I told him it’s a feeling I get. That the hair on the back of my neck starts dancing. Sometimes it’s just the weather reminds me of Melbourne and I think “they’re bringing the weather with them”

Sometimes, like this time, it was because I was missing them and needed that little bit of “home” just before a lonely Christmas.

I’m glad they’re here. Even though my first instinct was to tell them to buggar off and come back when the house was clean!