Moving Back Home with Mom and Dad

| September 15, 2010 | Comments (5)

Grandma's basementWe moved in with my parents for a few months… back in 2008. And we are still here due to circumstances none of us ever imagined back then before the US economy crumbled. Had we glimpsed into a crystal ball , we would have made different choices. I think we all regret to the current situation to some degree.

But here we are.

Not that there haven’t been lovely moments, and funny ones. But. Ugh. Can any 40-something proudly admit, she schedules parties around her parents’ vacation schedule?

I’ve been pretty quite about this on my blog. I’ve missed some good stories, but they were not meant to be shared. I’ve got enough fodder to write a book, but surely the most engaging parts would not be the communal family dinners we enjoyed or our happy times, but the disagreements, the unpleasantries, the times when someone should have bit his or her tongue instead of letting it fly.

I mean, how fun it might have been to share my parents’ quirky habits, but it would not have been worth the cheap laugh. And now you know why I never responded to my mother’s request to help her start a blog; she might be writing about me! (And thank goodness my kids don’t have blogs either, for that matter.)

I’m not going for the cheap laugh. How could I? I’m incredibly thankful for what they’ve done. My P’s have been outstanding sports about this whole unexpectedly and entirely too long visit of ours. While we may have added a bit of zing and a lot of love (aforementioned disagreements aside) to their golden years, we’ve also added a loads of mess and more noise and whining they than ever anticipated at this point in their lives (heck, on a daily basis, I encounter more whining and noise than I ever anticipated).

Finally, our third year into this not-so-little misadventure, we are in a good spot. Business is going well for me, hubs just moved into a permanent position, and we are looking for a house, a home of our own.

When we’ve got one, I can’t wait to throw a big party. I’ll still plan it around my parents’ travel schedule, but this time it will be so they can join in on the fun.

Photo: A shot from the basement, a room we lovingly refer to as “Nana Cheese’s.”


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About Kim Moldofsky: Kim Moldofsky is a Chicago-area Social Media Mom of tween boys. Blogging since 2005 at Hormone-colored Days and around the web, she has a reputation as an insightful blogger who supports the momblogger community. She connects brands and bloggers for conversations, events and product reviews at MomImpact. View author profile.

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  1. Great post. I’m sure you are only one of thousands of families that are in this position. It’s wonderful that your parents were willing and able to help you out; I’ll bet they have benefitted just as much by having you so close.

    (congrats on the road ahead, too!)

  2. Lisa says:

    It’s wonderful that you’ve all worked together to make it work. But I’m sure its equally as wonderful that things are turning around!! The hard times aren’t always fun but I find they really do remind us of what we have that is really important.
    And OMG, it took me typing out the name Nana Cheese’s, because I was going to ask why its called that, to figure it out! Too funny!! Every grandma should have such a room. (My mom did before she passed!)

  3. Shari says:

    We all wish we had a crytal ball don’t we? The best we can do is work with what is in front of us and try to keep our children from making the same mistakes. They will make their own mistakes, no doubt. What we hope to do is keep the girls from repeating our mistakes.

  4. tracey says:

    That’s rough, Kim. Glad they’re there for you, but 3 years is a long time for all of you. Hope the house hunt works out for you!

  5. Thanks! I am itching to move ahead, literally! And I’ll invite you all to my new house. Well, new-to-me house. We’re pretty much looking at late 1950s and 1960s housing stock, which means things like corkboard walls (we had one growing up) and other surprising decorating choices.

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