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Back home again, to cold, dreary, wet, crappy weather, but I sure glad to be home again! The vacation was good. The weather was wonderful! It was so nice to be able to see my daughter, and to meet her boyfriend. That was something that I think we were all apprehensive about. She's a sophmore in college. She wanted to bring her boyfriend to meet us. Of course I have been pushing a meeting for about 6 months, but she kept coming up with excuses. I understand that, they met at college, their relationship is built around a lot of their OWN time. Its not like he had to come to our house to pick her up for a date or anything. She goes to college about 15 hours from where we live so theres not a big chance of us popping in on them. She had told me how nervous he was to meet us, his exact words were "I want your family to think I'm a keeper". He wasn't just meeting us, mom, dad and brother. My inlaws live fairly close to where we stay, and this year, the first year ever, my brother, sil3 and niece were also going to be staying with us. So, this poor guy was walking into a very big crazy, nutty, loving, crazy, did I say crazy, bunch of his girlfriends family. And not only was he meeting us all for the first time he was going to be staying (living) with us for a week! WOW! What a brave soul he was! My daughter has never really had a boyfriend before so this was BIG, big on many many levels. Her uncles (my little brothers) had been telling her how they were going to "test" him, they really were just teasing her, but she was really stressed by all of this. Stressed to the point of constantly giving me grief over it. We got to the house that we were staying at, and began the process of "moving in". Husband, the boy and I arrived first, we (ok just me) were busy unpacking and trying to get settled. My brother and sil3 were going to be arriving a couple of hours after us, and the girl and her beau would be flying in about 10:30 that night. I was nervous, I wanted us to all make a good impression, but I was more nervous for the 2 of them. I had the house fairly well set up, the fridge full, husband did his job, which was stocking the cooler full of alcohol. The boy, who is now 17, has joined the troops of millions of other teenagers and turned into some alien that we barely know. Occasionally we will get a glimpse of the real him, but that has really become a rare occurance. Brother and sil3 showed up, we got them settled and grabbed a few drinks. Sil3 and I spent a quite of bit of time trying to work thru the logistics of the situation that would soon be upon us. {My personality is the type that has to analyze, over analyze and then over analyze another hundred times before a situation happens, this is not a good trait, but like my son says "its how I roll"} The original plan was that the boy and boyfriend would share the bedroom upstairs (bunkbeds) until less than 2 minutes of being in the house the boy comes downstairs and says "I barely fit in the bunk bed." he then proceeded to turn on the tv and watch basketball. So when sil3 got there I presented her with this issue. The house had 3 bedrooms and 2 pullouts in the living/kitchen area. The original plan was husband and I in bed 1, brother & sil3 in the other (with the baby), the boy and boyfriend would share the bunkbed room, and the girl would be sleeping on one of the pullouts. Now, we {the adults, not the college agers} get up early, especially brother, he's up at 5 am no matter what time he goes to bed, so we didn't want to put boyfriend in the midst of morning chatter, the girl well, she could just deal. Now the situation is the boy is about 5'11" and the boyfriend is about 6'2", so if the boy is having difficulty fitting in the bed, theres no way boyfriend is going to fit. We hadn't really come up with a solution, and then it was time to go to the airport. ARGGGH! I work much better when I have a solution for [almost] every possible scenario that will present itself. Brother says, hey why don't you guys stay here, and the boy and I will go pick them up. OK, SURE, THANKS! Now sil3 and I were on high alert to solve the sleeping issue. About 15 minutes before they got back from the airport, I spotted an "extra" mattress under the daybed. WHEW! That was close. . . we drug the mattress upstairs and put it on the floor. Not a perfect solution, but hey, I wasn't giving up my bed. So, we just acted like we had planned it like this all along, and it went fine. I'm sure that I have bored everyone enough for now. Sorry. I will finish this later, husband is asking why he doesn't have any dinner yet, and its 8pm.