We’re inching closer and closer to vacation.

Sure, I’m counting the days and elated at the thought of being in the states for a month. However, in the back of my mind I’ve already begun to think about the looming “crisis” on my hands. Curious about what I’m talking about? Let me refresh your memory.

I’m going to be living with my in-laws for the next month.

Things never seem to go very well during this time. Something inevitably always goes wrong or there’s something awkward that occurs.

Such as bad mouthing my brother-in-law’s girlfriend in front of the whole family and then having to suffer through sleeping with my MIL the same night.

or plugging up the toilet (again) and having to use my brother-in-law’s silver nail file to salvage the toilet (and my dignity).

or maybe it was last year when my father-in-law saw me in my bra!

Too many things to choose from. All I know is that with my string of bad luck, something awkward and embarrassing is bound to happen living in the small confines of bedroom with four gigantic suitcases, two twenty-somethings set in our ways and out to relax and enjoy vacation, and two fifty-somethings just waiting for their oddball daughter-in-law to screw up.

Ahh, vacation. It’s the most wonderful time of the year.