The other day, I dropped by my daughter-in-law’s house, and to my surprise, there was a woman there responsible for cleaning the place.
I’ve always told my son that his future wife’s financial background was of no consequence to us, so he was delighted when he married Emily, who had never had much money and generally found life to be rather kind to her.
After the wedding, the young couple moved into the house we purchased for them. My husband and I had taken the time to renovate it, and these days, we try to help them as much as we can, bringing over groceries and supporting them when possible. My daughter-in-law seems contentshes recently had my grandchild and isnt working at the moment, and my son is in a job that isnt the most prestigious with a rather modest salary.
You can imagine my shock when I walked into the house where my children and grandchild live, only to find an unfamiliar woman cleaning. My daughter-in-law had apparently hired a cleaner. She doesnt lift a finger herself. How on earth can she justify this? Doesnt she have any sense of responsibility?
I promptly told the woman to leave, as, after all, its still my house in a senseand there she was, cleaning it with my money. Where would my son and his wife possibly get the funds to afford such services? I decided to wait for my daughter-in-law to return, as she was out with my grandchild at the time. When they got home, I didnt waste a moment before addressing it. I confronted her, and she replied,
“Mum, I started working as a blogger while on maternity leave. Its actually paying rather well, and I really do need the help around the house because Im so busy working!”
A blogger? Is that even considered a proper job? Can you really make a living from it? I certainly dont want a stranger roaming about my house, cleaning.
“If youre earning so much, then pay me and Ill do the cleaning. Theres no need for strangers to be here,” I told her flatly.
She just muttered something under her breath and went off to feed my grandson. I waited for my son to come home so I could fill him in on the latest, and he told me,
“Mum, I knew about the cleaner. Emily truly works very hard, and after Im finished with my shift, I want to spend time with my son. Theres nothing wrong with getting a bit of help.”
I simply don’t understand young people todayhow can they afford such things? I rushed to my husband for support, and do you know what he said?
“You shouldnt meddle in their lives! Theyre grown-ups and can work things out themselves!”
I cant remember the last time I felt this frustrated. I truly believe Im doing and saying the right thing! Sometimes, though, I suppose I need to learn to take a step back. Im beginning to realise that, perhaps, letting the younger ones steer their own course might be the wiser path, even if I dont always agree with their choices.







