I feel awful writing this because I lost my Dad a year ago and I still haven’t got over it or accepted it.
I’d go to the ends of the earth for my Parents….But .. years ago when we were moving house, Hubby and I moved in with them for a month because the sale of our property was ready to complete before the purchase of the new one did.
It put such a strain on us. Even my OH, who’s so laid back he’s horizontal and who genuinely thinks the world of them, said he’d never do it again.
When you leave home, you adopt your own routines and your own way of doing things; Your habits irritate your parents, and vice versa. And unless they happen to live in a mansion there never seems to be enough space for you all.
To be doing what Jess is doing, and let’s face it, this could go on for months because they haven’t even looked for a new property - I feel stressed just thinking about it!!