And Roy would fix whatever went wrong.
So when Tyler was suspended from school for shoving another student during an argument, my in-laws followed the same pattern.
They brought him to our house on Friday evening with a suitcase and a bag of snacks.
“We already paid for the resort,” my mother-in-law explained. “We can’t cancel now.”
I stared at her.
They were leaving for a two-week tropical vacation.
Tyler had only been suspended for five days, but they did not trust him alone at home. Rather than change their plans, they handed their six-foot-tall son to us.
Meanwhile, I already had two toddlers.
Emma was two, and Noah had just turned four.
Our house was permanently loud, messy, and one lost shoe away from chaos.
“We don’t have the energy for this,” I whispered to Roy while his parents unloaded Tyler’s suitcase.
