It's funny how our lives move. Just this past weekend my parents moved back into the house with us. As such my husband and I are currently referred to as the sandwich generation. That term came about to explain a multigenerational house. My father is recovering from throat cancer and several surgeries, my mom has degenerative hip disease, then there is my husband as we raise our three kids (two of which are teenagers).
There are so many emotions that float through someone when they take on the responsibility of a parent's well being. Getting them healthy, keeping them from wondering off, or even just trying to make them happy can induce stress not only among the adults taking on the responsibility, but also the kids within the household. They not only have to listen to their parents, they've now got an additional set of adults that get to boss them around.
Luckily, we've got plenty of things planed for them this summer to take away stress. On the plus side they get to know their grandparents better and hear the stories of their ancestry from the mouth of someone who remembers.
Have you ever had to think about living with your parents? Would you if you had to?