This is re-post #2
on the Boomerang generation. My update is that one boomerang daughter has moved
back out and is doing great! One down, one to go, as they say.
One thing I usually
do when faced with a new-to-me situation is find out what the ‘experts’ have to
say on the subject. Chalk this up to my education and the importance
that my family puts on education. So, when things heated up in my house as the
second daughter moved back home, I got a book. By a PhD (Susan Newman).
Otherwise known as someone who thinks that all people are sweet and kind and
nice and capable of working together and who also thinks that she knows it all
because she has a PhD. This woman FAILED to cover the topic of difficult adult
children moving back home.PhD Lady writes: ..knowing how to understand the people you live with, evaluating and expressing your expectations--and sometimes lowering them--can help avoid disappointment and discord." (page 32)
Wrong.
First, don't bother
having expectations. Having expectations almost assures disappointment AND
discord. You become disappointed because your expectations aren't being met and
then discord sets in because you are disappointed that your expectations aren't
being met. It's almost like an infinite regress sets in.
That said, I did have expectations. I totally expected that my ground
rules would be followed. Again, I had PhD Lady on my side as she feels that
setting ground rules is important. I agree with this. But she never covers what
to do when those ground rules are promptly ignored.
This woman is way
more interested in pleasing all those involved than respecting those paying all
the bills. In my mind, those adult children who move in with the parent are the
ones to make the adjustments. If you’re footing the bill, everyone else can get
over it. Seriously, if I moved in with either of my parents or my aunt, I would
adjust to their lifestyle. NOT the other way around. And if I didn't, I'd be
asked to leave. Immediately. Anyway...
PhD Lady says to
have family meetings to set ground rules and let everyone take a turn running
the meetings. Riiight. I'm pretty sure that, when you are the one paying for
everything and no one else is even remotely chipping in, YOU get to run the
meetings.
I don’t have to
deal with the issue of drug or alcohol abuse, though I have considered it for
myself lately. No. My problem is that all of the women in my family are strong,
independent women who think for themselves. And about themselves. A lot.
They moved back in and they took over the house.
Perhaps my ground
rules were just too much. I told both girls, at the onset, that they had to
keep their rooms neat and clean. And their bathroom. I also expressed the
wish that they help keep the house clean so that not all of the cleaning
fell on my shoulders alone. And that was it. Just be neat and clean.
Apparently, that
was asking way too much. Neither of their rooms have been cleaned-dusted,
vacuumed, pick up since the day they moved in with the exception of the
youngest who has done that in her room twice. If memory serves. Living in
messes does not seem to bother them at all.
PhD Lady suggests
that perhaps, if your adult children share more with you about their feelings
and plans, you would be more willing to overlook said messes. Well, PhD lady,
you're an idiot. Seriously. How would knowing more about anything change who I
am about living in a mess? Unrelated sweetheart. Besides, sharing their
feelings and their plans are not the issue. My girls share all the time. The
mess is the issue. Because the mess resembles a frat house after a week long
party.
Let it go. Just let
them do whatever. PhD Lady writes that I should be the one to give in. PhD Lady
has, apparently, never had to be the one who has to give in ALL THE TIME.
Because she never mentions that it gets old. Fast.
I suppose my first
ground rule was to state, emphatically, that I’m not the mommy who is here to
raise them this time around. They are adults now. Not little kids. (Though,
maybe I do need a re-do.)
There's about to be
a revolution. If you see the mushroom cloud, fear not. It's just me. Taking
back the house.
Or selling it and
moving into a one room apartment. Whatever works.
Remember, y'all, we have to laugh our way through!
