Mariearistocat
Mouseketeer
- Joined
- Oct 22, 2018
Reading some of these stories, wow! I really don't have anything that compares! Thievery and destruction...the stolen wedding ring story made me sad. The cracked cooktop..mad!
I lived alone for over a decade before I was married and always struggled with long in law visits (they live far) each year, no matter how hard I have tried. I feel smothered when people stay with us. When I had new babies, I really liked the house to be as clean as possible. However, I feel it's rude to just whip out the vacuum or start cleaning with guests around. Day 4 of one SIL visit, I seized upon the opportunity of her going up to shower (and the babies napping-yay!) to finally wash the filthy kitchen/family room floor. I had the furniture pulled out and was vacuuming underneath. I swear she must have taken a 5 minute shower because she quickly reappeared with a book. She plopped herself onto the couch I had moved out from the wall and started reading as I vacuumed under it and around the room. I had to push her around on the couch like a Maharani while she read to finish my cleaning. She never batted an eye!
I guess the worst thing I have had happen is to be treated like a servant in my own home, this was when it finally dawned on me.
I lived alone for over a decade before I was married and always struggled with long in law visits (they live far) each year, no matter how hard I have tried. I feel smothered when people stay with us. When I had new babies, I really liked the house to be as clean as possible. However, I feel it's rude to just whip out the vacuum or start cleaning with guests around. Day 4 of one SIL visit, I seized upon the opportunity of her going up to shower (and the babies napping-yay!) to finally wash the filthy kitchen/family room floor. I had the furniture pulled out and was vacuuming underneath. I swear she must have taken a 5 minute shower because she quickly reappeared with a book. She plopped herself onto the couch I had moved out from the wall and started reading as I vacuumed under it and around the room. I had to push her around on the couch like a Maharani while she read to finish my cleaning. She never batted an eye!
I guess the worst thing I have had happen is to be treated like a servant in my own home, this was when it finally dawned on me.
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