Do you agree with the old adage that good company like good fish goes bad after three days?
We recently said goodbye to some relatives (a couple along with their two kids) who stayed at our place for five days. We hadn’t seen them for about a decade and I would have thought we’d have several days worth of life events to talk about, but found we’d depleted most of the catch-up discussion by end of the first evening. The next day we spent part of the day out on the town and much of the evening again at home talking around the proverbial campfire. By the middle of third day I admit I was ready for them to leave and found myself wishing I could regain my privacy and enjoy some down time where I didn’t feel obligated to be “on” all the time. The remainder of the time I just tried to get through it the best I could without expressing any irritation. The kids, of course got along famously and if they had their way would probably have us combine households permanently.
Maybe it’s because I’m largely an introvert, but I think the saying should be ‘house guests like fish go bad after two and a half days.’ What are the limits of your hospitality and goodwill?