I don't blame you. I've been out of my maternal family's house for years, and if it were simply myself, spouse and kidlets, it would be fine even under crowded conditions; likewise, if it were simply that my MiL were staying with us, I'd a take a few precautions and carry on. Instead it's the most uncomfortable scenario of all of us staying with her.

To be fair, this house hates everyone and everything. It's a nasty rotten canker sore trapped in the middle of a salt marsh between the pines and the bay. I just tend to take the malaise a bit personally. As to why this corner of the swamp's become a hellish soul-sucking place to live in, that's a long story full of ugly that I don't really want to get into here. My spouse and SiLs, who were raised here, are of the opinion that the place is best burned to the ground and done with, and I agree with 'em. I'd actually help, but we kinda need a new place to live first. ;)