What do a barn, a crib and a Facebook fiasco have in common? Try my Christmas with my in-laws.My name is Evelyn and I have a little holiday horror story. 
Think creepy barn. Think twins. Think baby-taking in-laws.
My husband, Mike, and I have been happily married for two years, and we recently welcomed our twins into the world-twice as much love, twice as much joy, and twice as many diapers. This year, as we were trying to decide how to celebrate the twins’ first Christmas, Mike’s parents invited us to stay with them for two weeks.
It was a barn. I was expecting two weeks of rest, imagining that the in-laws would easily take on the role of grandparents, allowing me to sleep in. I also thought they’d greet Mike and me with a little more affection, since we hadn’t seen them since the wedding.
But it was a barn. A simple barn, complete with a heater, a bed, and an assortment of farm items on the shelves.
I tried to talk to Mike about it, hoping he could shed some light on this strange lodging proposal. After all, we were married, with children. There was no need for chastity here.