We arrived home yesterday after 2 weeks spent with our daughter and garnd daughter. It was good to spend time with them but it was absolutely blissful to come back to our own little home yesterday.
No having to watch what one does or says in case it offends. I tried really hard to watch what I said and did. It only blew up in my face once, when I was 'told off' for arguing with Grand Daughter. We were not really arguing, just having a little verbal spar, more in fun than anything else. But it was wrong! Also I must never tidy up or clean, at least not in any obvious way.
The purpose of our staying for 2 weeks was to try to be of help in readiness for their impending move. We didn't really manage to help much at all. Then it occurred to me that perhaps the help for daughter was in my being her 'sounding board' to snap at etc, it hopefully alleviated some of her stress and I did
manage not to answer back. It was heaven though to come back home and have the old comfy chairs etc and the opportunity to relax and not have to be on one's guard against giving offence in any way.
I love our daughter very dearly; we both do; but we could never
live with her permanently. You simply cannot be who you really are and it's incredibly difficult. No chance for a place of peace and quiet to pray. You have to do it 'on the hoof' so to speak.
This isn't a moan
; not as such. It's just an attempt to explain how difficult it can be to live with one's own children