I have been divorced for twenty years. I have lived alone several of those years, once my kids were grown. I love it. I love being by myself. Love sleeping by myself. I love it that, when I put scotch tape or scissors in a drawer, they are there when I go back to get them.
On March 1st of this year, all of that changed. My 30 year old daughter moved in with me, temporarily, until she gets some things taken care of. Wow…have things changed. I love my daughter dearly, but not only would I have difficulty living with anyone at this stage in my life, she’s a bit challenging as a roommate. She tries, or so she says, but she just doesn’t think things through. She is absent-minded and while she’s very considerate on one hand, she’s a bit self-centered on the other. Some of the little annoyances are minor, but when you add them all up, and it’s daily… Sigh…
Oh, you want examples?
- She never, ever replaces bottled water in the fridge, so oftentimes, there are no cold ones when I go to grab one.
- She constantly borrows my things without permission, and she lost one of the earrings in my favorite pair. She eventually found it, but not until after several weeks and much goading and reminding and bitching on my part.
- Just recently--after a handful of times I attempted to charge my Kindle, only to discover the charger not in its place--I told her, “Absolutely, do NOT use my Kindle charger again, unless you plug your Kindle into it IN THAT VERY SPOT.” The NEXT day, I went to plug in my Kindle, and the charger was gone. I marched into her bedroom, where she was asleep, but was using my charger to charge her Kindle. She sleepily, crabbily, reluctantly unplugged it and gave it back to me.
- I can only find one of the beaters to my hand mixer. (And she’s never even used it)
- She used my kitchen scissors to trim her dog’s hair.
- I use Keurig coffee, and the pods are a bit costly, but it’s worth it, because I love it and I only drink two cups per day. She is now using the coffee too, and of course, I don’t mind. HOWEVER, she only drinks flavored creamer, and I do not drink it, so I don’t always remember to buy it. On several occasions, she has made a cup of Keurig, then discovered we didn’t have flavored creamer, and poured out the coffee, thereby wasting, a perfectly good, perfectly expensive Keurig pod. Speaking of creamer, twice in the last few weeks, I have come home to find a nearly full, large bottle of flavored creamer left out of the fridge all day, and therefore, had to throw it away.
- I have begun having meals from Home Chef delivered once a week. (It is AWESOME, by the way. So handy. All the ingredients and the recipes come right to your door). A few days ago, my daughter came home from work after I’d gone to bed and decided to make one of the meals. I woke up to a godawful mess in the kitchen, but that’s neither here nor there. She cooked another of the meals yesterday while I was at work. Last night, I was going to cook the two remaining meals. However, my daughter had ruined that option. 1) The dish she made a few nights ago was the ‘pork’ recipe. As it turned out, she’d used the steak instead, so I had no steak for the recipe I was going to cook last night. It wouldn’t have been so bad, had the pork been chops, but it was loin, which doesn’t replace steak all that well. And, these recipes are tailored to where the ingredients go together nicely. 2) I was also going to make the chicken dish, but she’d used BOTH packages of chicken in the recipe she made earlier that day.
- AND…she’d left another mess in the kitchen.
- AND…the freezer door was standing open.
- AND…I couldn’t find the olive oil because it was in a different cabinet. (Not a big deal, but I just have to wonder, why wouldn’t you just put it back in the cabinet where you’d found it?)
- AND…she’d left a few plates of food on the stove, loosely covered, even though we’ve had an ant problem this summer. She covered them with paper plates. Instead of ‘a’ paper plate, for some unknown reason, she’d used a stack of approximately 5 paper plates over each.
Okay, so…I know this just sounds like a bitch session about my daughter, who, did I mention, I love dearly? I’m just wondering, for those of you who live with others... Especially Donna, whose husband, grown kids, and parents live with her…how do you do it???