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Wednesday, 9 April 2014

House Rules


By the time you read this, Olivia will be back at university and there will be another tale to tell, about failing to leave the house on time, what she left behind and how we make the same mistakes over and over again.

I thought I'd write about having both daughters back for the holidays, before we head down the motorway to take Olivia 'home.' Apparently 'home' is now university - sob!

We collected Sophia from university on Mother's Day. This involved a round-trip of about 6 hours and we returned to discover that Olivia had made Aubergine Parmigiana for dinner. I was touched, especially as she usually makes student food and it's not the easiest of dishes to make. She had cleverly negotiated a back-up plan in case it all went horribly wrong. Dad was instructed to call, as we left Sophia's uni and if, at any time the meal went wrong, plan b was fish & chips from the chippy on the way home. I have to admit to being very impressed by her ingenuity.

Sophia nodded off in the back of the car on the way home, I couldn't help but look at her and feel nostalgic - how adorable are our kids when they're asleep? Even as teens they look cute. Olivia's also been napping since she came back, I guess that too many late nights and studying hard catches up with them all eventually. She was curled up with her favourite cuddly toy and I like to think that he's good company when she's away.

We had to bring Sophia's printer back with us, as it's been playing up since just after New Year and she had been too busy to investigate thoroughly. Mr A took a quick look and could only nod his head in agreement.

Once at home, he investigated more thoroughly and asked if she'd stuck anything in there that could have caused a blockage. 'No,' she said, and this sounded sincere, but we couldn't work out why Olivia was giggling and made her escape. We know from experience that everything reveals itself when the kids have done something they shouldn't have.

Mr A concluded that there was something wrapped around the paper feed, and ran off with my tweezers in an attempt to extract the evidence. He re-appeared, 15 minutes later with an assortment of random c**p that should never be found inside a printer, this was mostly comprised of foil and glue.

Olivia was in fits of giggles, and apparently knew that her sister had put foil inside the printer, but didn't want to share that info with either of her parents. Was Sophia hoping that Dad would be too daft to notice? Or, was she thinking that it would have vanished all by itself without a shred of evidence? I am no closer to solving this particular mystery, but at least the printer is fixed.

Over the past week, I was reminded of what it's like to share a house with my daughters:
  • The house resembles a disaster zone; I have given up trying to keep everything under control. 
  • I am trying to leave my daughters to it, but occasionally dish out a reminder that at home, they are not actually students, but family members with an equal responsibility for household chores. They agreed with everything I said, and went back to being themselves.
  • I have been told that I look like a muppet in a dress (I don't think this was a compliment).
  • The kitchen is open twenty-four-seven for meals and snacks.
  • The washing basket is overflowing - I have a theory they may have been stockpiling laundry for some time.
  • My new car has gone down a treat - I haven't seen it since they arrived home.
  • Mr A and myself have been heading up to bed early to escape the chaos, and have concluded that we're in need of a holiday
The cat however, was thrilled that her sisters were both home and hasn't stopped meowing since they arrived.

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