At 18 I moved in with my mother’s parents. I was offered a place to live, rent free, while I attended college.
When I moved in I didn’t have much skill (or rather, interest) in the way of cooking, house keeping or any other skill beyond the ability to learn. I was good at learning.
I was one of 8 children, so I was quite skilled at disappearing when work needed to be done…until I moved in with the Grandparents, my life was suddenly under the microscope.
You can’t hide when you are the only child!
In the years I lived with them, I learned to appreciate good food, a clean (not just a picked up home – a clean) home, and the quiet.
I also left their home with unrealistic expectations of how I wanted my house to be…with children.
I think 98% of the arguments I’ve ever gotten into with my husband have been over tidiness. Sad and true story.
Now, I still wish for a clean home but, I will admit that my marriage has improved since I let go of some of the house work! I still try to pick up the house after the babies go to bed, but now I let the house go all day being messy without asking my husband to stop studying to help me pick up…because I know the floor will be a mess again in 20 minutes.
I like to remind myself that Grampa bought a boat instead of furniture for the front room when his kids were growing up. Gramma’s house didn’t look like this when her kids were growing up either.