Whenever you feel prepared to handle that level of batshit crazy, I guess. They always want to visit but my apartment isn't big enough to house more than a few extra people, and they all insist on coming at once.

[When you have like fifteen cousins it all becomes a mess very, very quickly.]

If I told my grandma she was going to meet my fiancee she'd attach herself to the first plane headed this way, and still manage to bring along pita bread for the journey.