Over the 19 plus years my MIL lived with us after FIL passed away, Our daughter
was under two. I was trying to keep up with everyoneʼs appointments including my
own work and decided that after a couple of years it was just going to have to
change. It was a challenge to say the least, MIL did not enjoy change and coming
from a lifetime of being in control of everyone and everything, losing some of that
autonomy was hard on both of us. In time we learned to speak frankly to each
other, laugh at each otherʼs special personality traits and we got on pretty
successfully.