Invasion of space

10 years and 2 kids after marriage, in-laws have decided to move in with us. While I totally appreciate their need/ desire to move in and am trying my best to make it most comfortable for them here and also wishing they have happy, zestful twilight years, I must confess that I am finding it a bit too demanding.

Me being the fiercely independent kind,  find it too invasive at times. Every bit of help offered (in good stead), each involvement of theirs...is far too intrusive for me. Being somewhat possesive of home and hearth, kitchen and kids (okay...yeah...I have a long way to go...yeah I get it) doesn't make it any easy.
And what is it about incompatible personalities?!

Exercising freedom of thought, and venting on blogosphere! As long as I’m not exploding like a shaken up bottle of fizzy drink!

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