I hear that! I hate to admit it, and don't get me wrong...I love my grandson, but I can't deal with him and his mother (my daughter) staying at our house more than a few hours, anymore. In 2013 daughter came to live with us with our then 9 month old grandson, her two dogs and her cat. They stayed 7 months while her husband was at Army Officer training. It was a nightmare. Her hormones were apparently raging, and she was going through the "insecure first time mother" thing. The baby was let to run wild. He started walking at 10 months and proceeded to destroy or try to destroy everything he could get his hands on. Plus screaming a LOT. Dogs also allowed to roam wild...chewed up some stuff. Daughter, meanwhile was either reading "Game of Thrones" or on her iPhone. Okay, that is a little unfair. She did do the groceries and cook dinners for us. And she did have fits of helping clean the house. But it was rough. My husband was in the hospital for a time during that time...and I'm disabled. I swore I would never go through that sort of torture ever again. I love my daughter and the grandkids...but they aren't staying here anymore. When they came to visit last summer they stayed in a hotel. My children are grown up and my house is not child-proof. They are just going to have to deal. (I'm such a meany aren't I!)![]()
When my stepfather had a major heart attack and triple bypass in March, my husband and I had to stay with my mom over a weekend, because she's 99% wheelchair-bound and really can't be alone, her house isn't really setup for someone in a wheelchair. That single weekend was all the reminder I needed of why I no longer live with my mother.
Andria