Wednesday, 4 May 2016
"What do you mean...gone"?
They're still here!, Mum, they don't seem to go home!, even when they have got there own!
"Yes, I know", she reply's..."I meant, they're not under your feet, my dear".
Ha, my girls are not so much under my feet but more like, in you're face!.
My partner is worse at dealing with this then I, but when my partner starts to whine about my daughters riding the 'free' train too much, it kind da looses' its cuteness and harder to stay humble at my bigger babies'.
Let me explain...
they relax... to much! I love that they do, but listen...
they come and eat at leisure like an open café, but bring nothing to the table, only complaining that there's nothing to eat here!, so feeling embarrassed with that comment, I rush around the kitchen making a quick snack, like a Quiche' or toasted sandwiches to feed them, trying to answer myself at this though in my head...I would have been simply happy with a cup of coffee!
This really gets under my partners skin, I run around after them, while they sit and watch! if they aim to pop in on days I'm baking his favourite Apple Pie!, well...that's not a bright idea girls, please note this message in the future my sweet ones, please just don't touch! (yeah, I know, it would be simpler to just make more pies Trina!)...they relax way to much!, as my poor hard done by partner puts it.
My two grown adult daughters kick back, enjoying the hotel like facilities, comfort and security with the added convenience to drop grandchild off as it suits, with little or no notice, when you may return, don't get me wrong, we cherish every minute this wee soul fills our hearts in our company, but we do have a life you know!
Then there's the silly items like a hammer, screw-drivers or glue gun to make their life's easier, they borrow things like it has no return policy!, I'm sure they love this game, use and abuse! my partner realize the minute they have finally gone home, the thought of stupid-ness run's over you, a vision that a "L" plate on your forehead that reads 'Loser' on it!
I am looking forward to this weekend in May, 8th, Mother's Day
I swore this year things will be a lot different. I'm not going to be home! I going to be selfish, run away to a time zone for pampering all day. Day Spa out of town with Me, Myself & I, does that sound selfish, you bet your sweet arse it does and I'm all good with that, but wait, if I welcome my daughters along with me, they could fit the bill.