This is so incredibly bizarre. If you’ve got adult children, be afraid, be very afraid.
I moved out of my parents’ house a long, long time ago to live with the woman who eventually became my wife and mother of our child. I couldn’t wait to get out of that house, and nothing could make me go back. Heck, the best relationship I ever had with my parents was when I was living on the opposite coast.
My middle brother moved out at 19, then moved back in after a year or so. In fact, his best friend moved into my parents’ basement too. And when middle bro moved in with his girlfriend, best friend stayed around for another year or two… But eventually they broke up and he’s been back home ever since.
My other brother has lived on his own for close to a decade but moved back home this past spring after being rushed to emergency for the 4th or 5th time. He’s also got this court case going on… Whatever. He says he’s finally getting his life on track, although I know people half his age who are more mature. At least he took my advice about getting legal advice of his own, instead of trusting the prosecutor’s word.
But it’s trifecta time! My sister is moving back home. Last year she broke up with her boyfriend of very many years because he wouldn’t commit to a marriage… and moved out of his apartment into her own place. Alas it seems like single life isn’t for her, so she’s moving back home by New Year’s.
Apparently they’re doing some tweaking, so Sis is moving into the basement rec room, which will give her cats room to roam. And all that stuff she accumulated while working at a furniture store, and only got moved out last year? It’s all moving back in… Lord knows where. Youngest bro is back in his old room upstairs, and his job gets him free mattresses, so it’s wall to wall Queen-size in there. Middle bro has apparently decided to keep my old room in the basement, which means he’ll have to wander through the rec room every time he goes in or out. Or maybe Sis will take over the old sewing room instead, so she can at least have a door. Apparently remodeling her old room upstairs is out of the question (rumour has it there’s a treadmill in there), and middle bro’s upstairs room long ago became a home office.
They’re lucky the basement bathroom and shower was finally finished last year. It was bad enough having 6 of us deal with one bathtub when I was a teenager, but two showers/4 bathrooms for 5 adults isn’t too bad a ratio.
Yeesh. It’s a good thing youngest bro doesn’t drive, because the driveway only has room for 4 cars. I shudder to think how often “where are your keys? You’re blocking me in” will be yelled this winter. And “it’s your turn to shovel the driveway!”
I am almost tempted to ask my sister if she wants to move in with me. But my daughter is afraid to be near cats. And it would be a long drive for my Sister to go to work. And I don’t like her that much 