I want them to go.  It isn't the physical space that they take up.
Our large old house has plenty of that.  It's the aural space.  They've
Filled it to bursting.  One child screams all the time, while the other
Just cries maybe fifty percent of the day.  The mother converses
Quite loudly with Japanese friends, who reply via speakerphone.  
The father can't move unescorted by podcasts.  The lot of them eat
To the damned TV.  Silence is banished.  The noise makes me nauseous.
I'd be so relieved if they'd go.