Gosh! Yes, they’re family and yes, they’re back again!
Why do they have to come over every weekend? Why can’t they stay in their own homes? In these busy times, weekends are perhaps the only time when you can meet friends and visit relatives. Having said that, weekends are also the only time to complete pending chores, shop, catch up on life in general and rest. Love is good, but an overdose of familiarity is so painful. How do you make them understand? Are they oblivious? Or does it just not matter?
Apparently, they come over to ‘chill’, put their feet up, rest and have fun. For them, visiting us is like an outing, time to get away from the mundane everyday. It’s a ‘home’ where they don’t have to lift a finger to help with household chores and simply leave stuff strewn all over the place. Since we’re house proud it bothers us to see an untidy house and we always have to clean up after them.
I hardly have anything to talk to them about or share. And, I do believe I have a life other than wanting to always talk about children and their antics. Doesn’t it ever strike them that we too would like to ‘chill’ in our home just by ourselves? We too would like some quality time and their constant presence is an intrusion.
Does family mean that the boundaries of familiarity have to necessarily blur? Don’t the rules of personal space and time apply to relatives too?
It annoys me when I realise that they’re only thinking about themselves. Don’t they care? Or is it, that they don’t consider our needs and wants important enough to give them due consideration? Or perhaps sometimes they do, but it happens so rarely that it seems irrelevant.
Till we were a couple with no children we had enough time to be with each other – a weekend together was an added bonus. But now that we have a child, I do want privacy so we can bond as a family instead of waiting on them.
I’ve tried to behave annoyed, indifferent and angry but it hasn’t helped. Nor does it help when I simply tell myself, ‘this too shall pass!’