Next weekend, my daughter has a soccer tournament, her birthday party, a get-together with my SIL and BIL to celebrate her birthday, along with some of her friends spending the night.
As if on cue, my dad sends me an E-mail letting me know they are coming in town to see Talia play in the tournament and are wondering if our spare bedroom is open.
Is there something in parents' DNA that alerts them to a complete cluster **** and prompts them to announce a surprise visit? Grandparental spidey sense perhaps?
I suppose this is one good reason we don't live in ICT anymore...