We’ve gone for a getaway in Somerset, peaceful relax time before work, and a few days in my Mum’s fussing is driving me mad.
The faff at the end always is painful, cleaning when I want to go (I strip the beds, put away clean crockery etc- the normal decent level). It impacts when I leave, as it’s the kind of cleaning where the kids need to be outside so it’s not remarked- so I feel guilty leaving a day early.
But now- it’s getting silly. It’s ineffectual fussy cleaning always (her house is messy and less clean than mine). She’s huffing and puffing with a dustpan and brush using it to sweep the downstairs. I feel like I can’t relax with the martyring around me- but honestly the whole process has resulted in the amount of bits I could fit on a tablespoon.
Just argh.
Also the ‘what shall we do’ pestering as I wake and as I go to sleep. I have three kids under 10 and they ask less.