The make or break of relationships
A week of all of us being stranded at home with my family and I am wondering how long until we drive each other crazy. Funnily enoughy hasn’t happened yet, but I know that one way or the other it’s imminent and I am wondering how we’ll all cope. This isolation-honeymoon that many of us claim to like so much will surely not last forever. Or it might do, who knows?
I identified 6 types of relationships between the 5 of us and probably the safest one is Dan and my Mum who get along really well (mainly because they have the same 'enemy' in common, so they’ve got to stick to each other) For the rest... God help us all. 😂 As much as I love the girls, and as many deep breaths I try, I know it’s only a matter of time until they will drive me insane. I will not dwelve into the other ones, but I WILL be living with my Mum for the next God knows how many months. Need I say more? It is tricky, really tricky, and high level diplomatic skills will be required.
Someone was telling me recently that he spoke to his parents who are in their 80s and they just came back from a walk in the park. He said he was shocked, as he couldn’t remember his parents to have EVER taken a walk the two of them in the park. Except maybe in their early days Would it be a matter of choice maybe? Do we chose how things will be, do we have any control at least over this? Will we be expecting less, hence cope better with whatever the others in the house bring to table? Perhaps we will become more forgiving, less perfectionists, show more appreciation, be more patient, have less unrealistic expectations. Embrace who they really are, not what we’d like them to be. And that applies to all we might be living with, our children, our partner, our parents. Tough one, but not impossible.
Never have I felt more than team effort is so important, and like a friend of mine (Dr Claire from Cognitive Sports Therapy) recently pointed out, my team has got my back. They will recognise the signs when I’m struggling and be there. And if they’re not, it may be that they’re struggling that day, and I’ll have their backs.
But again, we’ve only been in this for a week, so who knows how this will work. I expect the shed will be repainted many times, the lawn will be mowed even when it’s not needed, plants will be watered in despair, books will be read, tv series will be binge-watched (we're already on the last series of Friends), hugs will be given (because we can), doors will be slammed, words will be said, apologies will be accepted and we’ll all live happily ever after. 💗
I identified 6 types of relationships between the 5 of us and probably the safest one is Dan and my Mum who get along really well (mainly because they have the same 'enemy' in common, so they’ve got to stick to each other) For the rest... God help us all. 😂 As much as I love the girls, and as many deep breaths I try, I know it’s only a matter of time until they will drive me insane. I will not dwelve into the other ones, but I WILL be living with my Mum for the next God knows how many months. Need I say more? It is tricky, really tricky, and high level diplomatic skills will be required.
Someone was telling me recently that he spoke to his parents who are in their 80s and they just came back from a walk in the park. He said he was shocked, as he couldn’t remember his parents to have EVER taken a walk the two of them in the park. Except maybe in their early days Would it be a matter of choice maybe? Do we chose how things will be, do we have any control at least over this? Will we be expecting less, hence cope better with whatever the others in the house bring to table? Perhaps we will become more forgiving, less perfectionists, show more appreciation, be more patient, have less unrealistic expectations. Embrace who they really are, not what we’d like them to be. And that applies to all we might be living with, our children, our partner, our parents. Tough one, but not impossible.
Never have I felt more than team effort is so important, and like a friend of mine (Dr Claire from Cognitive Sports Therapy) recently pointed out, my team has got my back. They will recognise the signs when I’m struggling and be there. And if they’re not, it may be that they’re struggling that day, and I’ll have their backs.
But again, we’ve only been in this for a week, so who knows how this will work. I expect the shed will be repainted many times, the lawn will be mowed even when it’s not needed, plants will be watered in despair, books will be read, tv series will be binge-watched (we're already on the last series of Friends), hugs will be given (because we can), doors will be slammed, words will be said, apologies will be accepted and we’ll all live happily ever after. 💗
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