Today, I look like this!
I now have FOUR teenagers in the house plus my own two, teetering on the edge of the 'Jelly Brained' years.
Oh, I am a foo-el!
A skint fool at that!
Let me introduce you to them:
Spanish: Wonderful girl, very polite, bit nervous, with extremely over protective parents. The parents say she has to be in by 2100 hrs every night. Poor cow. She is 16! When I was 16 I was out until 6am!
Her parents and the Spanish Agency are always telephoning as well. She's only been here two days and they've rung about 6 times! If the parents are that worried, they really shouldn't send their kids away.
Rude Girl: Says exactly what is does on the label. Bolshy, bold as brass and rude, rude, rude! And fat.
Goth: Nice girl, polite, bit quiet, but has blossomed since she arrived. All that hair covering her face has disappeared, the spots are fading and so is that 'I've been stuck in a room for 3 months with no sunlight' teenage look. She was painfully thin, but she is looking much healthier now.
Quirky: She was really frightened when she arrived. She had never flown before either, so when I picked her up, she looked like she was going to freak out. She has settled in well and found her voice and is really rather quirky and fun.
One of the things I do with the girls is take them out into the garden and do a bit of gymnastics with them. Kind of like bonding in a way and have a bit of fun.
I was trained as a gymnast and although I cant do the somersaults and back-flips anymore I can still do some nifty Arab-springs, cartwheels and handstands etc.
I was just about to show them my Arab-spring when:
Rude Girl: You can do it.
Me (trying to concentrate): I know I can.
Rude Girl: You're not too old.
Me (Indignantly): I'm not too bloody old!
With that, I pelted down the garden and performed a great Arab-spring with enough height at the end of have been able to go into a back-flip. (You have to get the height at the end or you'll never get over into the back-flip).
Rude Girl stood there with her mouth open.
That shut her up.
She has no understanding that as a guest in someone else's house, you behave. She behaves when my Hubby is around! I needed to assert my authority.
She was strutting around the kitchen the other day and pushed her belly out so far, she looked SIX months pregnant.
Rude Girl (playfully): Look, I am going to have a baby.
Me: Not in this house you're not!
Rude Girl: I will come and visit you with my baby.
Me: No you wont. Babies are banned in this house. No babies until you're thirty. And don't go home with one in there either!
They all came running into the house yesterday after a day out, squealing like stuck pigs, well, Rude Girl did anyway.
I lost my temper and told her to have a bit of respect when she comes into my house and behave or she would have to be moved. It seems to have done the trick. Boundaries proven, respect granted.
On a different note; Oh Joy of Joys!
Liam is having a bit of a tough time with Rhino (his girlfriend) at the moment and I can hardly contain my happiness.
It seems that Rhino and her mother are inseparable. So much so, that Rhino goes absolutely everywhere with her mother and when the mother say 'Jump', Rhino says 'How high?'.
On their year's anniversary the mother went out with them to celebrate (to a wrestling match no less!!!!), and Christmas/New year/Valentines Day they were also with the mother. (On Valentines Day??????) It beggars belief! I think this is weird.
Now, I cannot understand this, because my family are all very independent of each other. We are there in a crisis, but other than that, we get on with our lives. So this is very alien to me.
Liam rang three times yesterday asking if he could come and stay. I told him, of course he can, and that I would help him, and only him, find a flat and would help with a deposit.
I told Liam that jokes about 'Mother-in-Law's' are made for a reason, and this will never change, you cannot come between a mother and her daughter/son. If their relationship is that tight, then he will have to accept that.
I really wanted to tell him to 'Ditch the Bitch', but I couldn't. This is part of growing up and he has to make that decision for himself.
Apparently, when he says that he is leaving she dissolves into tears. Most irritating.
I told him to grow some balls and be the man that he is destined to be, the man I know he will be.....a great man.
So, lets hope he finds his balls and flees that dreadful woman's clutches!
When I was young, I was never really a 'kid' person. Didn't really find them that interesting, a bit dismissive of them really.
Now I am swamped, overloaded and exhausted with them. Hey ho! Four weeks to go!