So, DS has been living with us post a four year degree before starting a job and moving out for good.
I love him. I really do. He's a decent person and all the below is to be taken as minor issues. But I need some fellow feeling! DH and I can laugh about it all, but...
We never have leftovers. I can no longer wander into the kitchen (I work from home) and have a delicious something because it's all gone, if not during the meal then at 1am when hunger pangs have struck. Whole pies! The food shopping is through the roof.
Our energy bills have shot up. I can't work out exactly why. But they have.
I am always wrong - factually or ideologically. I'm generally seen as fairly well informed but not now. Last night I was put right on the correct use of a salt cellar. Bonus points if what I say would not be welcomed on specific internet discussion boards.
My TV now has subtitles on it. I hate them, they distract me. But apparently they are essential if we watch together.
Clearing up will happen if I ask for it to be done. If I don't, he didn't realise there was a mess. I need to be explicit in my suggestion that plates left on top of a dishwasher or rubbish left next to a bin make their final journeys without my involvement. When I finish work at 6pm, stagger into the kitchen to find what looks like the remains of a fully catered corporate event and raise an objection I am asking too much as he was going to get round to it.
The way we cook is wrong but he would be too nervous to cook for us unfortunately. He will and does cook meals for himself if we're not around but otherwise is keen just to observe and offer feedback on our cutting techniques/rice preparation/ingredient selection.
Tell me I'm not alone...