The "baby bloggers," meaning all those unmarried, childless twenty-somethings whose blogs I love to read, go on and on about humongous student loans. Their thirty and forty-ish partners-in-blogging are more apt to discuss the extreme expenses of child rearing.
So what does 59 year old Grace have to whine about?
Why, children, of course.
Grown up children.
Grown up children who have moved back home, with husbands and children in tow.
Trust me, this was NOT in the plan. And trust me again, this is NOT a good plan, either emotionally or financially.
Spare me the "just say no" lectures. I did say no. As my daughter's family was getting evicted from the home they shared with another family, they asked if they could move in with me for the short term. I said no, and they made other plans. Unfortunately, two days before the sheriff was set to show up at their front door, those other plans fell through. Had it been only the adults, I would have stuck to my "no." But there was a nine year old, a six year old and a four year old involved. So, reluctantly, knowing full well that this was going to be a disaster, I agreed to house the family temporarily.
It's been three weeks. So far, they've run my oil tank dry, broken the power supply to my computer, used up all the laundry detergent, clogged the toilets--yep, BOTH of them, and messed up my TIVO programming, not to mention eating every single bit of food in the house including the bag of Trader Joe's asparagus risotto that has resided in my freezer for the past two years.
That's just the financial end. Because this daughter has severe emotional issues of her own (she is fully disabled and receives SSI), the social atmosphere at home has been chaotic to say the least. I find myself staying longer at work, while my 17 year old prefers to hang out with friends, both of us doing our best to avoid being home.
April is another tough month in terms of my budget, in the best of times. With the addition of five more people, the poor budget is overwhelmed and I'm struggling to NOT add more debt to my credit cards.
My adult daughter is both smart and resourceful. She's no happier than I am with the current arrangement. She has now lined up money from two different agencies to get her family into an apartment if she can just find one that will rent to them. She says she should have it done in another two weeks.
I hope so. I've got my fingers crossed.