URGH this thread is making me itch and giving me goosebumps and nausea.
This is why in the last 15 years, we haven't had a single soul stopping at our house overnight, and we NEVER stop anywhere else, only hotels. Our 2 adult daughters left about a decade ago, and apart from their boyfriends, (who stopped over maybe half a dozen times each circa 2011-2013 before they got their own place together,) no-one else has stayed here since about 2008.
Our adult daughters and their husband/partner come around about every 3 weeks, and stop five or six hours. I think because they only visit once every 3 weeks or so they feel the need to compensate and stay like, midday to 6pm. Sometimes longer.
We love seeing them - and for the first 3 hours or so, it's great... but after they've been here 5 or 6 hours, we are exhausted ... We prefer to go to their house - which we do in between them visiting us, because we can leave when we like - and we normally stop about two hours. I think that's enough time to stop at anybody's house. A two to three hour visit. Maybe a couple of times a month. And no stopping over. Luckily we only live around 25 minutes drive away.
I don't get these families that spend 3/4/5 hours a day or more in each other's houses almost every day of the week. I think I'd be driven bonkers very quickly. I fucking hate visitors - and much prefer to meet people in town for a coffee or a pub lunch or go for a walk by the canal or river. I can't stand people in my house. Only our DD's and their DH's once or twice a month.
I was all right up to my early to mid 40s and used to love socialising and having people round and having parties. Parties with 10 or 15 adults - and all their kids. And children's parties (for the DDs.) with up to 20 children. I would entertain them and feed them, play party games, take 4 kids at a time to the zoo or a theme park, and everything.
I would have port and wine and nibbles at Christmas, and invite 15-20 neighbours, and had a New year's ever party every year for about 7 years on the trot... I was a proper social butterfly. But now it just makes me shudder the thought of anybody stopping at my house for more than a few hours a month. I have not had a party for about 14 or 15 years, since my mid 40s... and am never likely to have one again!
And no-one can stay at my house! I would rather pay for a hotel for them myself!