My son and his girlfriend, and her son (baby) lived with me for 3 1/2 years before they married, saving for their wedding and their first home. I loved having them here and really enjoyed being a Grandma. I must say I was happy for them when they reached a goal of their own home but I really miss having them here. It get me busy having people to take care of. There is no greater joy than having a baby to look after, to watch the grow and learn. Having them come to climb into your lap and fall into a blissful sleep in your arms. During this time, my Mother started to have health issues and I had to bring her into the home. So I had a full house, all with different needs. Somehow I made it work. I had to cook 3 meals a day for Mom, she mostly ate vegetables and I had to clear her meals with what she wanted. I also had to help her bath and dress, took care of her medication. I cooked for my son and DIL if they wanted. Of course I made sure I had things for the baby.
My Mom has passed at 90. Son and family in their own home. So here I am, just me and 3 dogs. One of the 3 a dog that came to me when his Dad (best family friend) died suddenly. He is to big for me to handle but I would not trust anyone else to take care of him. I just don't have a clue if I am doing the right things anymore..