Home Sweet Home.....

A Bottlebrush near home

Jan. 2009

Well we have to head north to Sydney this weekend. It is terrible when one prefers to stay south of the clean up zone. The clean up being the kitchen that the offspring have been using. Last time we visited home the daughter stayed at her boyfriend’s place and the son went away for the weekend. We rang them to announce that we were indeed back in Sydney and would love to see them. Their response was a succession of grunts and “ahahh”s. John being the more patient and supportive parent of the two of us, suggested that perhaps they were busy and that we could have a proper conversation with them at a later date, for example when they celebrate their 40th birthdays. We cleaned up the kitchen and the ever-present homesickness immediately left me. Being home laundering, scrubbing, washing and tidying the house has that effect; it reminds us as to why I moved out in the first place lol. The kitchen displayed the offspring’s culinary preferences and skills, including bolognaise sauce splashed down the tiles, nachos sweet chilli sauce dropped on the floor and gravy all over the sink. Such colours and aromas certainly added a jovial ambiance to the house. Ahhhh home sweet home.

I noted that the carpet was in an immulate condition meaning only one thing…..they hadn’t walked in that part of the house since I left last. The bathrooms were also in a clean and tidy state, could this mean they haven’t showered for two weeks? OMG not at all possible, I am sure that the daughter has been staying at the boyfirend’s house and the son had been busy working so that probably explained it. Then why oh why, can they not learn to eat out as well. In any case, we will see what awaits us this weekend. I am hoping that the clean up zone will be tidy by the time I get there. Have a good evening everyone

The grass brushes near Callala Beach Jan. 2009

I read this during the week:The adult children had just finished reading the book, Children's Rights When Living at Home.' They stormed into the kitchen and walked directly up to their mother. Pointing a finger in her face, they said, "From now on, we want you to realize that we are the children in this household and that we have legal rights according to the law! Tonight we expect you to prepare us a gourmet meal, and when we are finished eating that meal, we expect a sumptuous dessert afterward. Then, after dinner, you and Dad are going to organise for us a scented bath, so that we can relax after studying all week at school.. And when we are finished with our baths, guess who's going to dress us and comb our hair?"

The mother replied, "The funeral director would be my guess."