So it’s time to admit publicly what we’ve sort of kept a secret all summer. We lived with my parents for the past 6 weeks, and it was wonderful. I had the summer off of work and my parents like 1000 miles away. It made us wonder why multigenerational homes rarely exist. My parents both worked during the day, so we were free to do what we wanted. In the evenings we’d go on hikes together or out to dinner. Their house is about three times the size of ours, so it actually felt more spacious.
Kyton loved all of the attention and the ability to be held anytime he wanted. I know in many situations both parties would get on each others nerves, but my parents were great about letting us do things our way, and rarely telling us that we were doing things wrong. My mom thought that I should have given Kyton meat way sooner than I did, and she mentioned it, but didn’t push the issue or get upset when I didn’t agree. They let us move around all of their breakables, and install child locks and gates in the necessary locations. My dad is very handy, and Dylan was able to help him out with a variety of projects over the summer and learn some new skills in the process.
It was nice for Kyton get to to spend a great deal of time with both sets of grandparents. Dylan’s family lives a little less then 2 hours away, and were able to visit often.
Dylan and I discussed the other day that we ate out more this summer than the previous year combined. We rarely eat out as it is the only way to make our budget work, but we were treated quite a bit by both sets of parents.
It was a very fun time that went by way too fast! We’re back in Florida now, and I go back to work on Monday.
Would you ever move back in with your parents?