Saturday, 9 February 2013

Friday 8th Feb

At home today, what a pleasure. I know you might think being a house husband I’d always be at home but it’s really not the case. Got a list as long as my arm of things to do, and I do wonder who if anyone did this stuff when both Mrs P and myself worked. Or did these jobs not exist then? Do different lifestyle choices create different tasks to fill the time? It’s like I used to say about briefcases, it really didn’t matter what size I carried, the rubbish always expanded to fill the space available. A bit like ladies handbags.

Funny how the day starts with the kids rushing round trying to print stuff off for school, and cramming in last minute revision for tests we didn’t know they had. When the printer doesn’t work or the computer’s running slow it’s my fault, and why didn’t I know about this test? Well because teenage children don’t share everything with their parents, that’s why. IPhones, ipods and xboxes were in full flow yesterday evening, when none of this school work was mentioned.

The eldest is having some friends back after school, and the youngest is off to a friend’s after school for tea. I’m in charge of cooking for Mrs P, myself and five teenagers, and resort to my speciality risotto, or it would be my speciality if I had anything else I could make! The eldest returns home with friends, and they lock themselves in the back room, turn off the lights, and turn on the fire and TV, only coming out for snacks and drinks. Dinner is delivered to them, and five empty plates are returned which is a ringing endorsement for the cook. Either they were starving and would have eaten anything, or they enjoyed it. Mid-evening parents turn up to collect their offspring, Perry junior drops buy for their sports bag, and the eldest having finished entertaining gets changed and goes off to a party. From chaos Mrs P and I are suddenly quite alone. Fortunately there’s the cleaning up after the teenage onslaught to be done. Then I’m off to collect Perry junior, then it’s time to turn in. However the eldest is not due back until midnight so I lie awake reading and waiting for the doorbell to ring. The lot of parents of teenagers everywhere, I suspect. Eventually, at around 12.30am I get my light out. Nice to know there’s another teenage party to look forward to tomorrow! Seems the weekends at the moment are for teenage parties and dad taxi services.

Looking forward to a restful sleep


Jay

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