I hadn't thought of this in many years.
One evening in 1966 my wife and I are watching TV and our new baby girl was asleep in the bedroom. My wife had brought in a big armful of freshly done laundry which she put on the coffee table in front of the sofa to fold. This included her bras and our 'choneys', socks, diapers, etc.
We lived in a tiny one bed room house so when the knock came on the door we had no place to hide. It was the congregation servant and the visiting circuit overseer in suits and ties. They came in and sat on the sofa in front of the pile of laundry. My wife excused herself to check on the baby, I left the TV on (man from UNCLE as I recall) The visit was a blur of embarassment that ended with me assuring them we would try to be more regular at the meetings.
It was after they left that I felt the resentment for the lack of consideration they had shown.