Well, since last night things at my house have certainly changed! My daughter, the one with the 3 boys, got married in September (not to the biological sperm donor for the boys thank the good Lord) and they have all been continuing to live with us. Well, they have rented an apartment, in a whirlwind, and will be moving probably over the next few days. This has left me with a lot of feelings that I can't quite sort out.
I know that they need/want to be out on their own, and I believe that is what they need to do, but I worry. They have no realistic expectations as far as money goes. He had her quit her job, telling her that her job was being home with the boys. Now, under normal circumstances I would wholeheartedly agree with him. But, she never wanted children, only had these in the hopes that their "donor" would marry her -- she was that crazy (in the head) about him. Anyway, she has been slowly getting more and more ill and cranky being "stuck" in the house with the younger ones all day and then the 6yo coming home from school, not wanting to do his homework, whining because he is so tired from being at school all day (I really think he would do better hsing, but she will have none of that), and she is really starting to lose it with the boys. She is a "yeller", sits around all day and yells at the boys "get back in your room", "get out of my face, I don't want to see you again", etc.
So, even though they need to be responsible for themselves, I am worrying about the boys. And money is going to be an issue for them. He has no concept of money at all. If he gets hungry, he will go out and buy fast food to eat. Oh, and he only eats hamburgers and frozen pizzas. Now, around here we eat a lot of stews, soups, chili, noodles/veggies/tuna or chicken, etc. But he won't touch any of that. Now, she is not much of a cook, never planned on having to do much cooking so never took an interest in learning. The most she can handle is the noodles/casseroles types of dishes, and he won't eat those. Do you see a problem coming?
But, on the up side. My husband, even though he is worried about the boys, too, is glad they are getting out. He has seen how my heart aches over things that happen here. I work at home and the yelling is not conducive to my getting any work done. But, he is feeling good about them moving because it will finally be just us and the girls here at home. It's been a very, VERY long time since it was just us. And ya' know, I'm kind of looking forward to it myself, now that I think about it.
Oh well, can you see how conflicted I am about all of this? I feel -- I don't know how I really feel. I'm not that good at putting a name/label on my feelings. Maybe that's something I need to talk about in Celebrate Recovery on Friday night. Well, it's almost midnight, better get to bed. Tomorrow is another day, praise the Lord!