Thursday, 29 December 2011
When my daughter moved out to move in with her long time boyfriend, my life changed.... for the better. I'm not listening for anyone saying 'hang on a minute she's your blood, she's your little girl!' Yeah she is my blood and is still her daddy's little girl but she's 25yrs old. Our life had gotten back to almost normality.
Today she arrives with a car boot full of her belonging plus a 2year old CAT!! Bandit was her ex's way of her not gettin bored when he was away on business... so now my 6year old kitty has to make way for another male cat... good luck is what I say. I have laid down a few house rules and board money has shot up to the appropriate amount. Son's now lookin confused 'cuz he now has to do more, and so he should, this aint no fuckin hotel!! They don't like it they know where the door is. The last time ...well actually the time our daughter lived here she made my life a living hell, I blame her for me being on the anti depressants, I'm still on the fuckin meds... So I've told her what goes and what doesn't go. I also know that her dad isn't happy she's back, but we can't throw her out ( there has been times in the past I would have done!) So... our peace and quiet has now gone out of the window... am I a happy bunny? Ya really want me to answer that? I only hope that she can learn how WE live here.... She's in for a shock because I've changed too.