Young adults - they earn decent wages, continue to live in your home/‘hotel’, seem to only work part time (because ‘work life balance’), go on lots of holidays, go out for meals, buy nice clothes, zoom about in their brand new cars, eat all the food including the posh sausages, and believe in the loo roll fairy.
The irony is that this is what I hoped to provide, given the miserable start to adult life that I experienced. Work ethic, frugality and hope for a better future saved me.
But wow, thanks to working hard, I get to work harder: no downsizing, weird awkwardness as multiple adults want to use the kitchen, sky high energy bills and always changing empty loo rolls (among other fun housework items). When you broach the topic of, you know, actually taking proper steps to adulthood, it’s ‘I just want to live my best life’
Well I just want to live my ‘best life’ too and that might include walking round the house naked, if I so choose. Except I can’t because the hallway’s busier than Clapham junction.
Sidenote: why does it seem to be the norm for their girlfriends to practically live with us parents of adult males? I already have enough mouths to feed. Also I had a different cultural upbringing: living together was a nice thing and you couldn’t have adult nice things without also having responsibilities such as worrying about the state of the boiler, or paying council tax. Aren’t there any parents of daughters out there wondering where their daughters have disappeared to? 😜
What could I hope for if this is, technically, what I wanted to provide? I guess I was expecting their gratitude, an appreciation that this easy life was not provided by the government, for example. I was expecting a rallying of the nature, ‘gonna save 100k and buy my first flat by the time I’m 21’
Tbf they do their own washing and tidying up. I know other parents have it worse. I also know that house prices are a major barrier to proper adult aspirations.
Is it also social media? Trying to emulate the cushy lifestyle of celebz?
Other mums seems to revel in having adult children, their girlfriends and someimes grandchildren living with them? Seems to be a kind of one-upmanship ‘Oh wait till they’re 28 and the darlings need to come back to live with you after completing a PhD’. Yes, that’s what I always dreamed of, clearly.
Would be keen to hear from parents who feel the same way?