I probably am. Im generally a huge advocate of the "you visit someone to see them, not their house".
I generally dont see mess in people's homes but the absolute filth of PIL's house is really beginning to drive me insane - to a point that, despite enjoying their company I dont really want to visit anymore. I like bringing dc over to see their grandparents and feel like its a really ridiculous/ sad reason to want to limit our trips.
Please dont get me wrong, our house is like a bomb site most days. 90% of the time its covered in mess - toys and clothes everywhere. Its quite untidy in general really but its clean. Counters and floors and toilets and the likes are cleaned and washed daily etc. Sheets are changed regulary. The usual.
Pil's house is disgusting. DH has often commented on it and their own personal hygiene saying he hopes that one day they will start to take a small bit of pride in it/ themselves.
They both smell - in particular DH's dad, whos a very large man who sweats alot. He stinks of arse mixed with BO most of the time and does not change his clothes. The couch in their house smells of him basically. When I go to the loo in theirs, I have to hold my breath before entering, do my business as quick as possible (wouldnt dare to actually sit on the seat) flush toilet with tissue covering my hand as not to touch handle and run out before I loose consciousness. Its brown its so discoloured and 9/10 times will have a lovely large floater left in it.
The hall stinks of sweat and BO and dirty sheets from upstairs. I dont think the windows are ever opened and I know the sheets are changed once every couple of months as their was a joke over this and visitors coming over before.
I have to change DC's clothes when they come home as if DS manages to get on the floor he is covered in dirt from head to toe (crawling). I have to keep wiping their hands with baby wipes during visits. They just feel dirty after visiting. I never, ever eat there and we turn down dinner invitations because of this.
These arent 90 year old frail grand parents by the way, they are 46 and 49.
Oh I probably am. I just really hate going there now. Theres nothing that can be done, is there?