As a child we moved around a lot. I've lived everywhere. I'm from everywhere. I grew up everywhere. As adults my siblings and I settled in different states. Trust me, it's a good thing. there is a very good reason we all live in different time zones.
The 'rents are here this week. I love my folks. They're a reminder that I'm not crazy, I just come from some f'ed up genes. But they're driving nuts. For some reason my mother has forgotten I'm not 18 anymore. There is the constant reminders of how I should do laundry, dishes, vacuum, and dust. My dad thinks I'm still 18 too, and is constantly telling me that the city is too dangerous for a single white woman to be out after dark, and instructing me on how to check the oil in my car. Ugh.
On the up side it is nice to have mom make coffee in the morning, and have a beer with dad before bed. It's nice to know that even when the world expects me to be a grown up, my parents will let me be their little girl. Sometimes it is a nice change of pace to have someone make your bed for you for a while. I just wish she wouldn't tell me I've been doing it wrong for the last 15 years while she does it.
So that's the reason for the virtual quietness from my corner of the bloggosphere. Gotta go...mom is making cookies.
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Hmmm, my parents think I'm 18 too!
Paperback Writer don't do this. PW don't do that. Why haven't you done this? We're just warning you. It's for your own good.
ARRRGGGGGGGG!!!!
And no, my mom never made me cookies. And don't even think about having a beer with me (you know you could become an alcoholic).
I know exactly what you are talking about. Well, with my mother. My father barely treated me like a child when I was a child. But my mother will mother me, and I will be her baby forever. Even now, as she is in Wisconsin, I still call her when I'm sick because it makes me feel better. And yes, the nagging never ends.
I'm lucky with my Mom....She is a good one....It's my Dad that's insane....
Welcome to my world. I'm 40 and they still do it.
The world would not be right if my parents stopped thinking of me as their little girl. They've come to accept my adult status to some extent, but I know they're delighted when I call them Mommy and Daddy and gleefully taste the deliberately broken first cookies out of the oven!
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