Mysteriously neither daughter has been in touch for the past few days. In fact, they are conspicuous by their absence. Have they read the previous blog and it's hit a nerve? Are they wrapped up with coursework deadlines? Or, is it that they know I'm not amused and are avoiding conversations that are inevitable when they finally make contact?
Is Olivia going to France at the weekend? Who knows? I still have her passport so she won't get very far. Sophia's still missing that reference she so desperately needs and with each passing week it seems more unlikely she'll be heading abroad to work for the summer. I don't know what's more scary - the thought of a sulky teen moping around the house for the holidays, or the possibility of not seeing her at all?
It seems that almost a week has passed and still, there are more questions than answers.
Meanwhile, this week has been interesting at home, Mr A and myself have been finishing off a couple of DIY projects, working in the garden and tidying the house. This is not normal behaviour for either of us and usually when the kids are away we're rather laid back about the housekeeping. Are we trying to prove to our daughters that the house is always immaculate when they're not home? Or is this a psychological response to hoping to spend more time with them and not bother (too much) with chores when they're back? I suspect it's the latter.
Although this backfired spectacularly when they were home for Christmas. It was as though we inhabited a different time zone to our offspring, as they appeared to be at least 5 hours behind us. Both daughters made an appearance around lunchtime and headed back to bed sometime around 3 am. Meanwhile, the sleep deprivation was cruel for their parents after a day's work when followed by the realisation that tomorrow, we were getting up again sometime around 6:30 am and starting all over again. We hadn't felt that sleep deprived since they were babies.
If you're reading this blog Olivia, please can you let me know (sometime) when you'll be back? Your Dad and I have lives of our own, I know that this will come as a surprise to you. We still have reason to believe that Sophia's coming home on 30th March (Mother's Day in the UK). Cheers hun, can't think of a nicer way to spend the day (6 hours on the motorway, followed by lots of hugs with my daughter).
In other news, on Monday I talked to a frog. It was on the drive when I arrived home from the supermarket and I politely asked it to move before it got squished. I told it there there was no way it was getting a kiss (fairy tales are all well and good, but I'm already married) and encouraged it to hop next door. Naturally, I won't be sharing this with either of my children - they think I'm crazy enough as it is!
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