‘Tit for Tat’ and a little of ‘This and That’

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A few weeks ago, my parents became stranded in my neck of the woods.

This past weekend, I returned the favor and extended my stay at their house due to inclement weather.

For a set of parents and a daughter who lives 2.5 hours away from each other, we have seen each other A LOT lately.

It’s kind of a joke now when we text each other and end with, “I miss you!” because honestly, we really don’t.

Being stuck under the same roof for extended period of is enough for anyone to go insane. I don’t know how hermits do it day in and day out. Maybe the cure for them could be living with my parents? Or living with me? I think either way, but the end of 24 hours, the hermit would be cured and running for the hills – far, far away.

I have always thought our lives would be a cure-all for many of “society’s problems.”

What do I mean, you ask?

Well, for example, “Should we live in the country if we are used to living in the city?” a couple may ask themselves.

“Let’s check out what Mom of Three Living in BFE has been up too …” they reply to each other.

At present time if they were to check my life out, they would see I am currently in the process of building a second version of Noah’s Ark in preparation for the impending “Great Thaw” and “Spring Thunderstorm in Winter.”

Honestly, I am just praying our sump pump and the back-up battery are in tip-top shape to keep up with today’s weather.

Another example could be for teenagers.

“Should we fool around and go all the way?” – they may ask each other. (Yes, I know this is not how it generally happens – I do have three kids!)

And one of them, if not both, better say, “Let’s check out Mom of Three Living in BFE’s way of life!” (Maybe I should become an APP?)

My daily circus life, minus the circus, should be a clue to not have sex.

Despite the popular show, “Teen Mom” that somehow has managed to glamorize parenthood, being a mom is the hardest, most demanding job on the planet. Sure, you can be a CEO or president of a multi-million dollar company, but honestly, as a mom (or a parent really), you are tested every single day by your “employees.”

I challenge a CEO or president of a company to step foot into my world on any given day. Unless that CEO or president is a hands-on-parent off-the-clock, he/she most likely would be “all thumbs” in my house.

There are no paid vacations (or any vacations really, because even ON vacation, you are still a parent, unless you are one of those parents who allow their children to run uncontrollably through a resort and inevitably just ruin MY vacation.).

There are no sick days – unless you count the days your kids are sick and you are the one in charge of making them feel better in between bouts of cleaning up barf and wiping runny noses.

And, as my parents can attest, you never really stop being a parent.

The other day, despite the fact the weather was improving, I was forbidden to drive back home. My dad pulled out his “FATHER” card and used the “TONE” with me. I didn’t even fight him this time around. I used up all of my back-talk days when I lived at home with them, and all that did was get me grounded and sent to my room where I would blare my stereo.

My room doesn’t even have a boom-box anymore … but it does have a bed, an antique table, an antique-type quilt holder and some big-ass piece of furniture that holds all of my mom’s sweaters.

Which brings me to my final point today, for all of you adults who live with your parents, perhaps because you are their caregiver or because of a financial situation – YOU ARE MY HEROES! I could never do YOUR job or be in your shoes.

Cheers to you!

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