Tips on living with your parents

Or on the living room TV.
During dinner.
Wait until they're asleep.

 

I have to admit that if one of the kids wanted to move home hubby and I would turn the house over to them, hop in the camper and get the hell out of here.

And I don't mean that as bad as it sounds. It's just that out of sight, out mind concept. When they are here, I worry about their every move. And I'm sure that's not something they enjoy all that much, either.

The best advice I have is to just respect them as far as not coming home at night. I could have cared less what time my grown kids came home, or even if they chose to come home. But if I get up in the morning to have my coffee and don't see their car in the driveway, there had better be a text phone telling me that was their plan.

Though, I do think the flowers in the bong is a nice touch. ;D

 

honest question: would you tell your kids that, even as a joke?

 

Um, no, never. Maybe I should have used the blue font instead of a smiley?

 

shit, you should know i wasn't judging you. i was just wondering the relationship ... you know, i have the heartbreakers, they're getting older, blah, blah, blah.

it's all good. really.

 

Well, I've had two of the three come home. And while I never at all felt that it was an intrusion, it did fill me with the worries that a parent gets to let go of a little bit once they move out. That was the point of my post.

I just thought the flowers in the bong was so funny it was one of those spit-my-drink-on-the-screen comments.

 

i'd like to think i have an awesome "talkaboutanything" relationship with the heartbreakers, but just today, the oldest 'breaker, comments on a tampex commercial and makes some joke about periods.

i say: "you know what honey? you never have to talk to me about those things, you know, like, ever. riiiight?"

i'm such a looser.

 

Well, I have had the flowers in the bong discussions with my kid. She will talk to me about anything. And I seriously mean anything. And while most times I want to crawl under the table, I have to respect the fact that she is obviously not getting her answers from her peers and is mature enough to ask someone older for information.

So, the lesson here for JPM is NO FLOWERS IN THE BONG.

 

what if it's your bong?

 

I'm mature enough to hide my bong in a place the kid won't find it. ;D

 

so, so solid.

 

I moved back in with my old man after my mom died suddenly seven years ago. Gave him money for rent and we split the chores. We were basically on opposite schedules so we rarely saw each other during the week. It lasted for about six months, until he was back on his feet. Keep a timeline, save money and have a ready explanation for why there is a strange girl in your bed every week.