November 1, 2006
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Okay, I’m 32 alright 34… and I’m at my parents house doing laundry. I thought those days were long past but I was wrong. We’re still having plumbing problems in the basement so the washer isn’t draining. It comes with the privilege of living in a house that is fifty some years old I guess.
I enjoy being at my parents house. They’ve only been here about two years now, but it was my Grandma’s house before theirs. They have changed it a bit, put in wood floors, tile and granite, basically just updated it but it feels like home. The house I grew up in my Pop built when I was going on two and they lived there for thirty some years. Its strange but I don’t miss it. I wonder what it looks like inside now that it’s someone elses but only once or twice have I even done that. I think it’s because my Mom, who I must say is a true artist when it comes to making a home look beautiful, has brought herself here. She sets up little vingettes that I look at and think, I never would have thought of that but man it looks nice. She doesn’t leave pop out either, you look around and there will be a fish here or a pheasant there. It just all blends. I guess when your together for thirty-seven years that happens.
Today on the way over here I was thinking how nice it would be just sitting here and vegging in a nice clean house where I felt no pressure to do anything. Wondering if Mom had anything in the fridge when it occurred to me that I had broken a habit, or rather had it broken for me.
In our old house anytime I went home I would have to look in the refrigerator. I wasn’t hungry. I just had to see what was there. Every time, I would walk in the door, be there for awhile and until I opened that stupid door it just didn’t feel right. I knew I was doing this and I would try not to open the door, after all it wasn’t my house. I think it’s invasive to walk into someone’s home and go through their food supplies. But it would be fun don’t you think, kind of like going through a guys wallet or a womans purse. It tells you something about whats going on with them.
Sorry got sidetracked. So I’ve been at my parents for about a half an hour and I haven’t opened the fridge, I’m so proud! As I’m writing this I realize that I did check the counter… I walk in here and I look at the kitchen counter. That’s where my Gram kept the good food, cookies and candy. Okay so I guess its the same habit different location. The good thing is Mom doesn’t keep sweets in the house.
So I’m going to sit here and cruise the cable The Pink Panthers Revenge is on I think I’ll watch that. Coopers in his pen happily munchin his apple, Grandma’s house candy of choice, watching Blue’s Clues..
This isn’t so bad.
Comments (13)
i still do laundry at my parents’ house at 26–and since they have some crazy norwegian washer& dryer, i’m unable to do the loads myself. so it’s a full service operation, every time. i’m a crappy daughter.
oh, and i looooove looking through other people’s stuff. i am such a snoop. it’s yet another one of my downfalls.
You are so right. I do the same thing….EVERY TIME. I live next door to my parent’s (in the house they had built when I was 1 and still live in). I swear, every single time I go over there I look in the fridge. It is habit, I suppose. But you never know when you’re going to find a pineapple upside down cake or some leftover pot roast. Alas, these days it’s mostly skim milk and prune juice. (The ‘rents are getting old, you know?)
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Posted by angi1972 – 10/31/2006 at 7:56 PM
It’s cool to rely on your folks at times….even as much as it pains me to do it myself. But there is just somehting being at HOME. YEs that includes opening the fridge, even when you are not hungry. But you never know, you might find something you want anyway! I do it all the time. Enjoy the Pink Panther – I hear it is funny!
Are you kidding? Open the darn fridge!! That’s one of the benefits of being at your parents’ house, you’re FAMILY, you’re ALLOWED to open the fridge there; and no one thinks twice about it. Hell, my Mom encourages me to; but that’s probably because it’s loaded with fruits and veggies that she wants me to eat more of. LOL!
I, too, enjoy going to my folks’ house; but I don’t feel quite as comfortable there as I do in my own space… it’s not a house I ever lived in; and my Mom loves to cram as much furniture and STUFF as humanly possible into each room… I end up feeling like a bull in a china shop most of the time. But, it is nice to not feel like you should be doing any housework. Speaking of which, I promised myself I would do some today… and I AM at home! Bye!
its a trick…open the fridge…the candy is in there…..
hehe but it’s your parent’s house.. you got to feel at home since you grew up there
The first thing that happens at my mom’s house is her running in circles like a chihuahua trying to find something that you want to eat. Our family joke is, “You want some pie? Have some pie. The pie is good. You want pie?” I would love to be left alone to snoop out some goodies on my own.
I have none of those issues when I go to my mom’s. She is not the type of mom that bakes or does stuff like that. She lives across town in the house they, ( parent’s when married), bought 23 years ago. Doesn’t feel like home to me! I feel more at home in my own space and yet this isn’t the place I want to be at permanently.
I have already finished all of the candy I had for halloween.
Okay after I gave the candy to the Trick or Treaters I didn’t have that much candy left over.
thank YOU sweety……. I loved having you here and able to help ya out. Will miss you Hope you travel is safe this weekend Lov ya MOM.
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