21-year-old son at uni, my 18YO still lives with me. Their Dad died four years ago. Grief and money worries, obviously. In a two-bedroom flat so boys share when they're both home. I'm SO FED UP with my day starting with dishes that haven't been done before (no dishwasher) as well as laundry etc. I work as well, but that is literally my home life. It's kind of my fault, as I wasn't brought up doing household stuff, and their late father (being a man, obvs) didn't either, but I feel so oppressed by delayed grief, and how everything builds up, and how teenage boys don't understand that when they say they'll be home by a certain time it's not OK, in terms of making a nice dinner, when they actually get home four hours later. I've also had mobility issues over the past few years which are getting worse. Sorry for the rant.