As I mentioned in my previous blog, i really wasn't the top of BT's priorities and only today got my internet...but I have successfully moved house. whilst this may sound to be a minor accomplishment, i think staying alive through out was a triumph, I'm not being melodramatic, moving house is one of the most stressful times of your life, according to studies and my mother.
I, being my calm self, was not at all stressed, my father, was on over time, insisting on moving every bit of furniture and refusing to let others help, for he is the man of the house, and my mother, well, I have NEVER seen her clean more things in her life, forget stress related illnesses, if she inhales any more cleaning chemicals i think she may pass out, i wouldn't have a problem with this....but firstly the house is tidy, secondly the house is clean, and finally i am sick of being told to eat my food off the toilet seat as she wells up with pride at the accomplishment of having such a clean bog, but I suppose, whatever does it for you, personally I'm more of a plate girl.
I, being my calm self, was not at all stressed, my father, was on over time, insisting on moving every bit of furniture and refusing to let others help, for he is the man of the house, and my mother, well, I have NEVER seen her clean more things in her life, forget stress related illnesses, if she inhales any more cleaning chemicals i think she may pass out, i wouldn't have a problem with this....but firstly the house is tidy, secondly the house is clean, and finally i am sick of being told to eat my food off the toilet seat as she wells up with pride at the accomplishment of having such a clean bog, but I suppose, whatever does it for you, personally I'm more of a plate girl.
What i am still struggling to understand, is my mother’s propensity to come out with the expression... “New house, new me”, people of the world....moving house will not change you, if your horrible in your old house, chances are you’re going to be a bit of a bitch in your new one, if you cant cook in your old house, having a new oven isn’t going to change that. For the record, my mother is a lovely lady, shes not a bitch, however she cannot cook, she tries, but cakes that have the consistency of uncooked pasta just don’t do it for me, there too... disgusting.
So to conclude, if your mother tells you can eat off the toilet seat, ITS AN EXPRESSION, putting your spag-bol on it and saying “Yer, you’re right, this is great” will not win you any brownie points, in fact you are very likely to anger her, beware. And also, when your father is single-handedly carrying a table....DO NOT climb under it in an attempt to help....when they don’t realise your there and put the table on you...it will really hurt, and please think of me when i sit down to tea and have to eat my mum’s chocolate mousse.
