Greetings to all,
Xenia, your description sounds so much like my house and my life. I've just been through a major row with one stepdaughter, when I said that we could no longer host our family in our house. (It has become a caregiving center, mess and all). I even rented a nearby apartment so they can come and go as they are able (both stepdaughters and their families live at a distance.)
It's hard to let go of standards that were lovingly and sometimes sternly imparted by our elders. But now a hot bowl of soup, served to my partner in his easy chair before the TV news, is the way life is.
My last uncle (mother's brother), in Saskatchewan, died this weekend. Feeling very sad that it is too far away for me to attend. My best to all.
Nouce