I can't decide what's more tiring, the children or the disruption to my normal routine. One Christmas a couple of years ago we had our son and family visiting, just the 4 of them. The others all live relatively near but this family are a 5 hour drive away so always stay a few days, they don't travel lightly and now there's a dog to add into the equation. 2 days in I looked round the house, piles of Christmas gifts stacked in the lounge, not to mention various electronic gadgets busy charging. There was a dog crate in the kitchen and a dog's water bowl that I somehow managed to step in at regular intervals. At one point I snuck upstairs, passing a version of Mountain Warehouse outdoor shop in the downstairs cloakroom, what seemed to be shoe shop in the hallway and a cosmetics/hairdressing business in the bathroom. I studiously avoided looking in the spare bedrooms. At last I reached our bedroom, some bits from the smallest bedroom decanted there to make room for the grandchildrens' belongings but otherwise unscathed, a quiet tranquil space. I lay on the bed and took a deep breath. Within a minute my youngest daughter, single no children and a bit of a neat freak crept into the room. "Have you come in here for a bit of peace?", she asked, "do you mind if I come too it's awful out there, I just can't stand the mess"
But I'm not really complaining, it's a lovely "problem" to have and I'm still hoping my youngest will meet a lovely man and have babies of her own.... not sure how she'll cope with the mess tho'!