Tuesday, February 19, 2008

Party Animals

Now that my children are teenagers, they get out and about more. “Yes, this is a good thing,” I think to myself. “More freedom, not having to worry about cooking family meals every night, especially with my sweet H, who is partial to meat and hooves, not in the house. Perhaps a little stir fry tonight…a carrot and some tofu and beansprouts...”
But No! Now they flock like birds. You don’t see a teenager for a while because it has been feeding somewhere else. When it finally returns it is accompanied by the rest of the flock/herd/plague and they fall upon the freezer and strip it in seconds like locusts.
I am about to go on a little voyage to London and so have been frog marched to the supermarket by the teenage house guardians who may be having a little party…The freezer has been temporarily restocked, the wine cellar locked (they supply their own), and my bedroom will be barricaded, probably to no avail.
Drummer boy’s girlfriend has just had her tongue pierced and is unable to eat or drink anything for the next three days without using a straw, but I expect that help will arrive to demolish the freezer contents. Darling D has just tidied and vacuumed her bedroom without nagging for the first time ever, so I think that she must be throwing her room open to the public. That just leaves Porridge. Drummer boy has mentioned dying Porridge blue, but he can’t be serious, can he?

8 comments:

Lucy said...

Close the door behind you and leave'em to it I guess... let's just hope you don't come back to the prospect of a litter of mixed race golden retriever/border collie puppies.
Have a wonderful time, we'll get together when you get back!

Rob Hopcott said...

My son, age 22 and in his last year at Uni, was back for a few days over Christmas.

Apparently, talking to some of his contemporaries that he brought back with him, he is revered for his achievements.

When pressed as to the qualities he actually displays to achieve this awe, it appears he is a wonderful 'Master of the Funnel'.

I'm not sure what this means exactly, but I think it is something to do with drinking games and forfeits ...

On one evening when they were going out, my son commandeered the kitchen and a table tennis ball. They all packed in and I didn't dare to look.

There were sounds of the tennis ball bouncing on the table and rattling into various containers and then squeals of joy and fear ...

I went in once and found three people standing on chairs while the others looked on ...

It's best not to enquire into what the next generation gets up to ... It's a foreign country ... It's an alien planet!

But aren't they wonderful!

Rosie said...

lucy...see you when I return, if there is a still a house to return to and Mol doesnt mind being seen out with a blue dog.

rob...you are not reassuring me. The trouble is that they have inherited the party genes of my sweet H and myself, a good solid double dose.

amy said...

You've done a wonderful thing, providing food and stuff and trusting them. Now you can go and have a great time! Hopefully Porridge will tell you what really went on.

one small fish said...

Amy, you`re right it is wonderful thing my dear Rosie has done. but is there an ulterieur motive. we started our family late so we will need some sort of looking after some time. I can just imagine a plaintive `you remember when.....` don`t suppose it will work anyway?

meggie said...

Teenagers. A whole scary Country!! Alien. Unfathomable.
Hopefully yours will surface to not so bad scenarios. Not so bad mess.
I feel for Porridge, & hope with all my heart & fingers & toes crossed, that she is not blue!!

hexe said...

Might want to kennel the Porridge just in case. Just tell the kids to clean it all up before you return and hope they don't tell you a thing - I think it may be better not to know.

meggie said...

Sorry. I nominated you for the 7 weird things meme. Please dont think I jinxed you!!

You can ignore it if you like. most of us have done it before, so I won't be offended! I had forgotten about the absence.