Tuesday 28 May 2013

Why you always need your mummy

I love my daughter very much but God knows she has been put on this earth to give me white hairs.  Viz last Friday.  We agree that we will go shopping together the following morning and she insists that we get up and out early  (never a problem for me, a world-class insomniac).

However.... there is one tiny fly in the ointment.  And that fly would be the 18th birthday of one of her best friends which falls the day before. Obviously they are going out to celebrate but "it's just going to be a quiet night - only three of us - we're going to the Ice Bar, then out for dinner...it won't be a late one... and I'll stay at Catherine's and pick you up the next morning."

"Lovely," say I, whilst chortling inside.

Unsurprisingly, Saturday morning arrives right on schedule but daughter does not.  Eventually, at around 9.30, I phone her.

"hello?" says a faint voice.  "that you mum?"  After a brief discussion punctuated by groans (hers) and stifled laughter (mine), she announces she will be home very soon and, true to her word, shortly afterwards she stumbles into the kitchen where she sits like this:-


No idea why it's come out all stretched :-(
We make it into town, and it's like dragging an old Granny round with me.  She "needs" to sit down in every shop and constantly complains about her sore feet, her headache, she feels sick etc etc.  Eventually I give up, buy her lunch and then we go home with about half our plans accomplished.

Meanwhile, son has arrived home, fresh from his post-degree celebrations.  Well, when I say 'fresh' I actually mean the exact opposite.  Whey-faced and grumpy, he is lying on the sofa cuddling the cat.  He expresses his displeasure at coming home to an empty house then announces that his hangover is so bad, he has "chunned".*

This produces squeals of revulsion from his sister who pronounces him "deesq"** and hurriedly leaves the room.

On Sunday morning, the Shah and I leave children asleep and take ourselves off to a garden centre where we pass an hour or so bickering amiably and the Shah spends an uncharacteristic amount of money on plants.  (Really there is something wrong with him but that would take up a whole new post and regular readers might suggest a title like "A statement of the bleeding obvious" ahem).  

About half an hour into our visit, my mobile rings and son's name flashes up on the screen.

"Where is everybody?" he asks in a voice with a distinct edge to it.  
"Ah bless," I reply.  "Are you feeling unloved and unwanted?  Do you want mummy to come home?" expecting his customary sarky reply.
"YES!" comes the surprising answer.

And so it is that I find myself some time later, hugging a 6 foot nearly-21-year-old and promising to love him and look after him and cook endless meals and do his washing, and, and, and.  "Good" says a muffled voice into my shoulder.

Which just goes to prove that, no matter how big and grown up you think you are, you always need your mummy.

*Chunned - the past tense of 'chunder' that well known Australian verb.
**Deesq - a short form of the word 'disgusting'.  A word much too long and onerous to use in its entirety if you are under 25.

16 comments:


  1. This fills me with dread and happiness simultaneously! Laughing at your expense obvs* too. xx *a short form of the word 'obviously,' A word much too long and onerous to use in its entirety if you are over 45 ;)))

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  2. Haha thank you! The trouble is that I end up speaking like them. Obvs it's catching and, in the end, you cba* to talk properly.
    *cba - a short form of can't be @rsed. Useful for when you cba to say can't be @rsed...

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  3. Love your teenage tales. Mine recently wanted his hair cut but cba to get out early with me to have it done. So he let his friend take the hair shears to it and she gave him what looks like a number 2, to his horror. He's been going around wearing his brother's cap ever since, and moaning that he was too lazy to have it done properly and doesn't like the consequences. I've been pissing myself laughing.

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  4. That reminds me of when son went to Uni. All Freshers come in for a hard time and (joining the hockey team) he was set upon with a pair of hair clippers one night which resulted in him wearing a ridiculous beanie hat for weeks on end until it grew out sufficiently. He got off lightly though - some others I saw pics of had half their heads shaved (inc eyebrows) or a monk's tonsure - looked bloody awful!

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  5. Ah those happy days.....siblings eh?

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  6. I wonder if it ever gets better?!

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  7. They always do need their Mum, how great that you have huggy kids too, they will always be happy to be home... and how funny that the photo stretched itself out on you. Lovely to hear that word again. My brother always used to call me "chunder face' when we were growing up. Magical memories every one.

    Not heard of this one - I'm going to do the old switcharoo and pull it on my kids first!!! **Deesq - a short form of the word 'disgusting'. A word much too long and onerous to use in its entirety if you are under 25.

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    1. My children are a never ending source of new descriptions and strange verbiage. The latest is "he's a bit of a dry lunch" meaning he's someone who is quite irritating and boring apparently....??

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  8. And here's me worrying my son may not need me for very much longer. Bless his little cotton socks x

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    1. I'm sure he will Trish - there's something about the bond between mothers and sons.

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  9. OMG I must be old, I didn't know what Chunned or Deesq meant - but not to old to say "OMG"!
    I obviously have so much to look forward to with my 3!

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  10. You can always come to me to share your pain Jay!

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