I love my Mum

When I was little, I used to creep into my mum and dads room in the middle of the night and crawl into bed with them, where I'd continue my nights sleep. I don't know what it was at the time that made me feel like I'd be safer or better of in their bed, and I'm sure it really used to piss them off. Well I know it did actually as quite often my Mum always says "we thought you'd be sleeping in here with us until you left for uni".

If you've read the bit on the side of my blog "about me", you will see that I still live at home. This isn't 100% out of choice... When I finished Uni I thought I would whisk myself back to Paris and work there, but reality kicked in, I couldnt get a job that I really wanted, and so I moved back home to "save" money for a place of my own in Manchester. (Even though I work in Liverpool, I'm not the greatest fan of the city)

I've been at home now for two and a half years. I wouldn't say I am financially better off, however I do feel that I have made some great investments...in Louboutin shoes, Caribbean holidays (life is better with a tan), and city breaks, where it seems perfectly normal to spend £100 on a cocktail served in a treasure chest...when in Rome right?!

If it was really bad here, I would probably motivate myself to save harder to move out, but the reality is that it's not that bad; my Mum still gets up in the mornings with me, and sometimes makes my lunches for work, she does my washing and ironing, there's always wine in the fridge, there's always someone to go shopping with, there's always someone there to give me advice, there's always some comedy discussion going on with my brother and her (mainly about my brother "pimpin" his corsa), Dad helps me wash my car, and from time to time likes to give me some "petrol money" but we really know its for drinking.

It does however bring it's share of inconveniences. Take the regular weekend late night/early morning conversation, coming from upstairs..that doesn't seem to tire:

circa 3am, keys in the door, stumbling in heels

Mum: "Is that you poppet???"

Me, trying to act sober: "no mum it's a burglar, in heels, with a key, letting himself into the house"

Dad, who has fallen asleep on the floor in the lounge, honestly not waiting up for me: "oh I must have fallen asleep watching that film, I'll put the alarm on now".

I laugh now, but I bet the day I do get a place of my own, I will miss the conversation.

It's funny how you remember seeing your parents coming in from nights out when you are little and you are deeply ashamed of their raucios behaviour and lack of proper conversation...and now it's me coming in trying to have the sober conversation with them.


She's only 53, but in some ways, I can see Mum turning into my Nanna (her Mum, god bless her soul). Repetition of stories, forgetting where she put things, buying really awful womans weekly magazines (I made her stop buying them though now, and offered her cosmo).
They do say that if you want to know what your girlfriends going to be like when she's older, look at her mum. I don't know if LLB plans to stay with me when he is older or not, but so far, this hasn't scared him off. If he's looking at this in a physical way, my mum is a hottie. If he's looking at this in a personality type of way...he better watch out! I better watch out! I don't want to be a nagger!

My mum doesn't work anymore, she used to be a trolly dolly back in the day when it was glam - she still is glam now. My American colleague said she's a "cougar" but with this word not widely used as such over here yet, I'm not sure if that is an insult or compliment.
Anyway, not working leaves her to watch a lot of daytime tv whilst she is doing the ironing or cleaning. I blame daytime TV on her drama efforts, which are really good. she likes to do deep sighs a lot, and reitterate the same thing over and over again, sometimes I wait for the dramatic music, or smoke before I reply....as much as I want to giggle and tell her to get a grip, I never do.

I also never argue with her as, annoyingly so, 9 out of 10 times she is always right, and did tell me so. She also holds grudges, and I hate arguing anyway, so I always just let it slide and keep quiet while she vents. I'm never sure if this is a good or a bad thing, and I think that the day that I ever did give as good as I get, she's probably have a heart attack in shock. (Don't get me wrong, I don't always cower away in arguments, especially those with LLB, or my brother.)



Mum worries.





She worries that she has nothing to worry about. I think at the moment, she is worrying about a lot of stuff. There's lots of huffing and puffing, and "where am I going wrong".








Last night, in the middle of the night, I heard my door creak open, and mum got into bed with me.

Mum giving me some style tips->