A diplomat is someone who can tell you to go to hell in such a way that you will look forward to the trip.
Well it seems the house and our belongings have it in for us. Just before Christmas the lights and microwave blew up and 2 days into the new year the hair dryer blew up sparks, smoke the lot, then the door to the porch decided it had had enough and the lock gave out, while the door was shut, (locking us in) and it’s one of those 5 bolt security locks, which meant the door coming off, but first the builder had to find somewhere that sold the internal bolts that fit our door, then (come on this is us we are talking about nothing is ever easy), a phone call from the builder informed us that the door we have is no longer made, so the whole panal, (door, frame, and the bits around it) would have to be changed. I really need a lotto win, haha.
I managed to slip down the stairs and hurt my back, but I didn’t do it as spectacularly as L who did it down their stairs the day after I did it down ours. They slipped down their stairs and went through the front door! Their Ok just a sore back like me. We could be a double act.
Just finished reading Brick Lane by Monica Ali. A young girl is sent from a Bangladeshi village to London to marry a man 20 years older than her. This is a lovely book set over a period of years about love, life and awakening. It is so well written that I felt I knew these people. All the way though you have the feeling of this is not going to end well but hoping that it really will. I will not give the ending away you need to read it.
Mean Moms
Someday when my children are old enough to
understand the logic that motivates a parent, I will
tell them, as my Mean Mom told me: I loved you
enough . . . to ask where you were going, with whom,
and what time you would be home.
I loved you enough to be silent and let you
discover that your new best friend was a creep.
I loved you enough to stand over you for two hours
while you cleaned your room, a job that should have taken 15 minutes.
I loved you enough to let you see anger,
disappointment, and tears in my eyes. Children must
learn that their parents aren’t perfect.
I loved you enough to let you assume the
responsibility for your actions even when the
penalties were so harsh they almost broke my heart.
But most of all, I loved you enough . . . to say
NO when I knew you would hate me for it.
Those were the most difficult battles of all. I’m
glad I won them, because in the end you won, too.
And someday when your children are old enough to
understand the logic that motivates parents, you will tell them.
Was your Mom mean? I know mine was. We had the
meanest mother in the whole world! While other kids
ate candy for breakfast, we had to have cereal, eggs, and toast.
When others had a Pepsi and a Twinkie for lunch, we had to eat sandwiches.
And you can guess our mother fixed us a dinner that was
different from what other kids had, too.
Mother insisted on knowing where we were at all
times. You’d think we were convicts in a prison. She
had to know who our friends were, and what we were
doing with them. She insisted that if we said we
would be gone for an hour, we would be gone for an hour or less.
We were ashamed to admit it, but she had the nerve
to break the Child Labor Laws by making us work.
We had to wash the dishes, make the beds, learn to cook,
vacuum the floor, do laundry, empty the trash
and all sorts of cruel jobs. I think she would lie
awake at night thinking of more things for us to do.
She always insisted on us telling the truth, the
whole truth, and nothing but the truth. By the time
we were teenagers, she could read our minds and had
eyes in the back of her head. Then, life was really tough!
Mother wouldn’t let our friends just honk the horn
when they drove up. They had to come up to the door
so she could meet them. While everyone else could
date when they were 12 or 13, we had to wait until we were 16
( or in my case…umm never.lol )
Because of our mother we missed out on lots of
things other kids experienced. None of us have ever
been caught shoplifting, vandalizing other’s
property or ever arrested for any crime. It was all her fault.
Now that we have left home, we are all educated,
honest adults. We are doing our best to be mean
parents just like Mom was.
I think that is what’s wrong with the world today.
It just doesn’t have enough mean moms!
PASS THIS ON TO ALL THE MEAN MOTHERS YOU KNOW
(And Their Kids!!!)
😉
Hope you’re better soon lom.
Thanks Alistair
I think you should tell the New Year to go out and come in again. Hope it gets better soon.
I think I was a mean Mum. My teen age son was going to be allowed to have a party in the apple loft which we had had converted to a teen-age room. But there must be no alcohol. My son said if he couldn’t have alcohol he wouldn’t have a party – so he had no party.
In retrospect I’m pleased he didn’t attempt to deceive me. I felt I could trust him but not necessarily his friends.
I am thinking about telling it to sod off all together, haha.
I was a mean mom, and still am
Loved the ‘Mean Mum’ story … sooo true! I was one of those, though sometimes even being a ‘ Mean Mum’ with one of mine while my ex-husband worked abroad ‘still’ wasn’t the ‘right’ thing to do…… aaaarrrghhh !!
A mean mom is a good mom.
5 bolt security locks? Shit, glad I don’t live in your neighborhood, all I have is a six foot high fence and a gun.
fence and a gun
Sorry to hear about the the sore back. The lotto win – perhaps we could both win as I am sure we are both just as deserving.
I remember the last time you recommended a book, how much I loved it, so perhaps I’ll have to find my way to reading that book.
Daisy
P.S. Happy New Year to you and yours 🙂
Happy new year Daisy.
My back is fine now, ready for the next thing, haha
I’ve just read that book too and enjoyed it!
Just think, if you had fallen down stairs and gone through the front door after it had been replaced, what would you have been writing!!!
Oh snap, for the book.
If the door had been replaced I think it would have been something like, ‘Oh Dear’ or ‘*^%&***%$£^****’ you pick