I have one of the best sis-in-laws in town.
Maybe I should say in the upper midwest.
Who else would drive over state lines and for more than 6 hours just to be here when her youngest nephew was born. And the reason for her coming was not to necessarily see her nephew.
It was to be with the other superstars when we went to the hospital.
But this is all old news (from last year)!
Setting: One year later at present time in our little house in MN–still across state lines.
Plot: The annual spring visit during tax time
(might as well since her husband is an accountant and is only home enough to sleep and eat a little) is interrupted with ever-present sickness before she even embarks on her journey.
Does she stay home?
She forges ahead into our illness-stricken world only to be ignored.
Pounding headaches get more attention than this lovely lady.
Does she complain?
She contently unloads the van of ALL the groceries and puts them ALL away. Meanwhile, Mama is on the phone trying to convince the nurse that even though she can’t breathe all that well, she is NOT going to call 911 and that her chest tightness is NOT due to any activity involving drowning.
Mama, then, goes to the ER leaving her AWESOME sis-in-law with all (and I do mean ALL) the superstars.
She has to feed them, play (such a relative term) with them, and feed herself. Oh, and see her cousin for the first time in months.
Mama and Papa come back from the hospital in search of food that the ASIL (Awesome Sister In Law) has made.
Does she complain?
Does she graciously accept all thanks?
The next day, does she get to go to a coffee shop like she requested?
She must see another cousin instead. (albeit, we took her away from the superstars and he is pretty fun to hang out with)
Through all of this, she participated without even a hint of disturbedness.
Disturbedness: Word? Un-Word?
I do declare it should be a word.
Because I have the BEST ASIL who does not complain with disturbedness.