You are doing well, Mums. I know what its like to live in a small house with two girls. I did it once but they fought all the time. Me, my PTSD and " No Room", lost it after about 3 or 4 months.. Maybe 5 or 6 months ( it's been 4 years ago or something)
My advise is to realize your limits before you "get loud." Or, the time of-- I had one nerve left and I'll be dam*ed if you didn't step on it!!
I definitely don't want to lose it!
I did that quite enough already, especially when I still lived with their father.
I had 4 children, under 5, in a bus, for the first years of parenthood.
Then another one, 21 yr old, the one staying, in a tiny bush shack (I lost it quite a bit back then).
And the last place I lived with all of them, 7 children and a vindictive guy, was a three bedroom. Pretty cramped. He has since built extra rooms in the garage and carport, after I left.
We slept in the loungeroom with the baby and my youngest daughter and yeah, I lost it way too much, there. He used to bait me. Just getting out of bed, he insisted on a stupid water bed, would have him on my case, upping me, for disturbing him while getting out of bed. He kept us up til all hours, every night.
I was losing it badly. Chronic pain, and never getting sleep, and 7 children (he sabotaged them going to school too, so they would be home constantly).
So, no more losing it, for me. That would damage this beautiful, new, trusting, healing relationship I have with my beautiful boy. Who hugged me so tenderly, for minutes, earlier today.
I need to put in some boundaries, though.
I m not super great with communicating expectations. I'm not so fawny anymore, but, I'm clunky, with parenting almost adults or just into adulthood young men, who are wrapped up in each other and not yet (especially my son) good at just pulling their weight.
It's no problem with my oldest daughter, she is very mature and offers to do things plenty.
Luckily, the boyfriend of son is pretty helpful at times. It's just me. Suddenly thown into parenting my seeking-refuge second youngest son. It's the uncertainty, I don't love so much.
He (my boy) asked if they could come up "for a few days" and then I said "stay as long as you like" so I'm not sure what they will do. I don't want them feeling like they have to go back to Dad's super stressful drug den crazy-making house, if they don't feel like it.
This is what I wanted. To help them transition into their own healthy, self-directed independent life. So suck it up mums.
I was falling in love with my quiet, alone time, yogini lifestyle and, well, I'm a parent, so, be the parent mums.
My yoga prac suffered a little for a day or so, but I can't afford that, so I'm back to it. Honestly, without that, I just don't know how I'd do it. Life, that is.