I never lived with my parents and the only time I got to live at home was when I visited my grand parents during my summer holidays. When I was young I spent almost all holidays there but as I grew up I opted to spend time in the hostel, rather.
I do not know if this is how it is in normal houses but my grand parents house was more like a military dorm. Everything had a time and place. If I, for any reason, failed to do something, as scheduled, I was supposed to let my grand nanna know about it, on hand. Something like, skipping lunch or dinner was not acceptable, if it was not informed before. No, it was not as bad, still, I felt the hostels were a lot more better, even with all those nuns and fathers around. **phews!**