It's been hard work all of us sharing such a small space, but we have managed and not even had any frayed tempers lost, which I am surprised at, along with being very grateful. There has been a lot of give and take and basically all of us having to have a couldn't care less attitude to living in a mess. It is after all only 33 days, and we can see an end to it.
My only worry has been watching the mould start to grow in the bathroom due to so many of us all having to take baths and drying clothes in such a small area. I think from now until the end it's going to have to be a continual fight to keep the mould down to a minimum when it can then be fully treated and totally removed.
I do sometimes get quietly frustrated at the Granddaughters not even attempting to put away their bathroom products and make up after finishing with them, along with not putting clothes that need to be washed in the laundry baskets and claim and put away clean clothes as I put a pile of newly dried washing out. But I am gritting my teeth and keeping quiet about that.
It is hard for them after all to live in such close quarters when they are used to having their own bathroom and bedrooms and can spread themselves as they like in those as no one else has to share with the pair of them.
Although I am actually being a bit unfair grouping the two of them together because the eldest is barely making a mess whereas the youngest is treating the whole place as she treats her own bedroom and bathroom, which have always been disaster areas.
17 days in and my place seems to be more of a mess than it has been up until now, so today I am having a good clean up. I intend to do the 2nd stage of removing the mould from the bathroom which is all the tiling etc, behind the loo. I haven't been looking forward to contorting myself to get behind there.
First of all though I have to sort out and clear up the girls bathroom products and make up that it littered in there. Why they need so much is beyond me. But soon the bathroom products will be in the bathroom and the make up in the bedroom area instead of it all spilling out and mixed up together. I have no doubt that within two days it will all once again be all lumped together and spilling off the shelves in the bathroom.
The kitchen is mostly staying orderly as both Sarah and I wash up as we see any crocks, and for now a bleaching of the surfaces and a quick washing of the floor is enough to keep it all hygienic enough to cook and prepare food in.
In the sitting room all bedding is folded up and put on top of the bed for daylight hours and possessions are simply moved from one area to another and kept as tidy as best as we all can.
No one seems to lose anything, but that is mostly because I make sure I remember exactly where I put their bits when having a tidy up, and as soon as they ask where anything is I can tell them. Generally I have found a place for everything and once they have all left for school and work everything will be put back in it's place. So they actually do know where to look for anything that may not be in the place they left it, which has usually been on the table or on the floor.
Each day we discuss who is not going to be at home for sleeping and where those that are left are going to sleep.
The choices we have for when all of us are home is… A single bed, a futon on the floor, a sofa, and an armchair that lays back to form a very small, very short bed.
When only three of us are all at home, the bed, futon and sofa only are needed. The chair/bed being the very last choice as it's pretty uncomfortable. It's probably worked out that only twice a week are all four of us home for sleeping.
My Son-in-Law, Mark, spent the first couple of days staying at his Mothers, and the following few nights working away, so he was comfortably set up in a hotel. After the first week the odd nights that he isn't away working he has been able to stay in the next apartment block in one of these studio flats that belongs to my friend who then left for a seven week cruise. Barry very kindly offered us use of his flat for whoever wished to use it. So when Mark is home he spends his days and evenings here with us and then just nips over the way to Barry's flat when it's bedtime.
I am sure having survived this 17 days we can all survive another 16.