I have a horrible confession to make...now don't misunderstand, I love my step daughter and her husband dearly but it's lovely when they've gone home to England and we can get back into our own routine...
It's difficult you see, to be bright and cheerful for eight days in a row...especially when it's hammering down with rain and all I really want to do is read a book or play about with making something out of Fimo.
You have to sort of entertain don't you...come up with mindless chat, once the gruesome update on the rest of the family has been dissected and we've put our jaws back and closed our mouths...there's that terrible temptation to interfere, which I am prone to do...I have to nod and say 'oh dear' in a non-committal way rather than leap straight in and say what I really think about their daughter who rushes her children straight to the hospital if they have a vague tummy-ache...or another daughter and her family who live off take-aways.
Reuben works on an intensive pig rearing unit which is enough to make me quite cross at the best of times...so when he mentions pigs with prolapses and so on I can feel myself getting crosser and crosser...then I found the man who was the first to discover the circulation of the blood was Reuben's Uncle several generations back and he wasn't feckin' interested...he was trying to reach the next level of some daft game he was playing on his device that does everything except peel the potatoes...
T and I roll our eyes in despair.
And he eats toasted cheese and pickle for breakfast...puts the bread and cheese in the microwave and honestly it's enough to put you off your cornflakes...
But he goes shopping with Himself and fixed the new camera...and he makes cups of tea and coffee without complaint.
And dear Teresa cooks supper and does the washing up and remembers to cool down boiled water for my oxygen concentrator...
So maybe I shouldn't revel in having the cottage back to ourselves...perhaps I ought not to look forward to going to bed on the settee and reading some gruesome murder mystery rather than struggling a little to stay more or less upright until ten o'clock at night...
Hi Vashti, I sort of know what you mean. We used to have so many visitors & we get so few now but lovely as it is to see and treasure those we do see, people are so very tiring. Particularly when I get tired and I want my bed & they come alive at midnight. I used to be a night owl but not now. Do you ever play I could not be married to him? I don't think there are many men on the planet, who could be married to me. And after I've thought, measured and compared, I start to feel very lucky to have Dave. Not all of the time though. Love Margaret x
Hi Vashti, as well as having a talent for creating in Fimo (something I hope to start soon) it seems to me you have a talent in writing. Perhaps you can start by writing a short story (based on real life/fiction) to see how it works out. You never know, if you enjoy it you can start selling your stories to magazines. Actually, this post could be the first chapter of your first story.
I think we all understand the way you feel,and as we get older it becomes harder to entertain,and amuse others,it's nice to have visitors,but it's nice to get your life back to normal too.
Thanks Vashti, never heard of it. Sounds interesting, but bit fiddly for me I suspect? I'd rather do DIY when I can find enough breath to do it, which is not so often these days. XX
Fimo is coloured blocks of modelling clay/plasticine type of stuff, brilliant as once you've made something you then bake it in the oven until its hard, resulting in a keepsake- ornament/ beads for jewellery/ broach/ attatch magnet etc in fact its poss to make hundreds of unique handmade creations. Love the stuff since I first experienced it as gift on my 9th birthday, lynda x
Just as you breathe your big sigh of relief and enjoy the rest of Sunday so they will breathe their it's fantastic to go away but even nicer to come home. We are all the same and are little home birds. Even Mr Dozy who loves our caravan admits that it's nice to be home.
I completely understand Vashti. Endless smalltalk and continuous company drives me insane...I always need a few hours to switch off and you can't when you have people around you all the time, no matter how much you love them.
A lot of work having company. Seems you can never relax, no matter how much they help you. It also seems no matter how much you like them----when they leave, you say " thank god " !!. And you collapse and become you again!!
Yes it's nice to see them come and nice to see them go sometimes too,think we have all felt like that on times . love your posts they are so interesting.
Hi Vashti, I am with you - love having people to stay for a short while but not too unhappy when they leave. It all gets a bit much even if they are helpful and kind. It is so nice to have your place to yourselves and carry on as usual doing whatever you want to do. Anyway, they are certain to come back and visit again so that is something to look forward to.
Live and let live Vashti,don't let things get to you.Just let things go over your head and if you know something is wrong say your peace(sometimes privately) You can not please all the people all of the time.I do understand you though.Look after number one and that is you.
In the meantime try to make sense of other replies on here,they are a good bunch of people with lots of experience.
Myself I think you just don't want to offend anybody which every one understands.
Well put once more I know what you mean we have my youngsters son 31 with us after a messy split from his wife. and we have been on our own for some time now and it can get a little twitchy sometimes.
Oddly enough Teresa and Reuben have their youngest son living with them after his marriage breakdown...they find it difficult sometimes being so used to having their house to themselves.
So glad I am not the only one who feels like this.And why are you sleeping on the sofa?Surely they can see you need your own bed.Some people are so insensitive to others. I was wondering how you were Vashti .I haven't seen you for a while. mags x
I do sleep on the settee all the time Mags...can prop myself up on there in a way I can't in our bed...Teresa and Reuben have a shed in the garden...fully insulated and wired for electricity...they sleep in that when they come to stay.
I know the feeling well and sometimes feel deeply ashamed, have always thought it made me a bit of a flawed character - such a relief to know I'm not the only one with the "Lovely to see them, lovely to see them gone" syndrome!
I suspect it is easier when it is your own child/children staying. You have your own family language. Sometimes a look says volumes. Lots of family jokes, incomprehensible to anyone else.
My family all live within easy reach so they don't need to come and stay. I do like it when they visit and wish they would come more often.
However, I know they are very busy and wrapped up in their own lives. Some busy working, others have little ones or bigger ones at school.
They turn up on birthdays Christmas and Mother's Day and when they have the time. I am better off in that respect, than a lot of people.
Glad to see that Vashti.I was concerned about you on the sofa.On my bad times I sleep in my recliner.I do love my bed though.At Christmas I had 5 and myself and hubby and was ill for 3days after.I love them all so much ,even more so since we lost our son but at the moment I am not up to company for long.I feel bad about it but can't help it.But they are all great.The Spiriva is still helping lots ,a few minor side effects but acid gone and breathing a lot easier.I was able to go out to the pics the other evening.I havnt been out for ages.Amazing what bad side effects we can get bit then we get the good ones. love to all.Sleep well hopefully. love mags xx
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