Have you ever experienced an invasion?
Not of rodents. Not of insects. Not of a military kind.
But of the family kind?
Relatives have been in town this last week (and one more to go) and it feels a bit like an invasion. Everything in the house has been adjusted for them, the food, the fridge, the sleeping schedule, the bathroom, the furniture, the accommodations, the entertainment, the seemingly openness to communal living…it’s tiring.
It’s an invasion really.
Suddenly life as I have known it is thrown upside down and normal day to day activities take on a new, additional challenge. It’s not good. Really.
I love them. I’ll admit. But they’re tiring. Really tiring. They live life so differently.
The only bright spot in this invasion? They’ll leave.
This invasion will end and they’ll go home. Far, far away.
The normal (whatever that is) life will return.
Anyone else not really enjoy house guests? Family or other?