My house is now grand central station.
By way of explanation..............I am a widow taking care of my MIL(totally bedbound). She has been on hospice for 15 months now. And I really appreciate their help. An aid comes 3 days a week to help me bathe her, a nurse comes once a week, social worker once ever 3 weeks. Her surviving son (my BIL) comes once or twice a week. I hire a friend of mine to sit for me when I have to go out.
Each of these people sort of come in and take over my house. It sounds so selfish...... but having all these people freely descend upon my house is starting to really bother me. MIL's hospital bed is in the middle of my living room............it's too big to put in any bedroom. I have only one bathroom and I just hate that "the whole world" uses my bathroom - a lot. Lately, I'm just getting tired of it all. There is no privacy here and these visitors are often drop in so I have to always be ready in case they show up. I am grateful for these people but the house is no longer mine. It feels like grand central station......and the twilight zone at the same time. Deep down, do any of you feel this way or am I the only one?