Still works at 52. And getting out of there without bags full of food is impossible.
I only go home once or twice a year, but I always get to pick what we eat, and I dont have to wash up. I feel like a king for a couple of days. No matter how much I try to replicate mums cooking, it just doesn’t taste as good.
my parents say this and my response is always ” i dont know”. Then my dad says what he wants and we go from there
My husband and I go to visit my parents every 4 months and they give us a shelf in the fridge and fill it with our favourite things that we can’t get as easily in Spain! It’s so sweet!
…and you’re going to tell us the options, right?
Right?!
Oohh, what were the options?
I need an update of what the options are 👀
Oh this is me! I asked for “anything but with chips” 🙂
Response: anything you fancy making.
I’m in my 40’s and going home these days is pretty much providing care dressed up as a visit. When I get back home (a 5 hour trip) I’ll first go and do a shop, then cook, do jobs around the house, and then before I leave I make sure I make something that is easily reheated and will last: lasagna is currently my go-to. Every time I go the chore:social ratio increases a bit.
A particular low point was about a year ago when I got back late, put the kids to bed, then sat chatting to my mum for an hour or and only then, *just* as I was about to head to bed, she casually mentioned “By the way, there’s a pipe leaking in the dining room and the floor is wet – I thought about calling a plumber, but knew you’d be coming back soon”.
It was once an opportunity to be mothered for a bit, but the tables have been turned. Enjoy this while it lasts, OP.
Option 1: Tea
Option 2: No tea
What you having then?
It is hilariously the other way around for me, I’m the first person in my family to learn to cook for at least three generations so my parents invite themselves over to have nice dinners!
Not that I mind, I like them but also they look after my two little kids as I have an extended cook and maybe even a semi-private glass of wine with my wife.
I want crisps.
Turkey dinosaurs, potato faces, baked beans. Washed down with a Special brew.
Same options as always at my parents house option one ‘take it’ option two ‘leave it’
It depends on the next message.
My mum would have joked “Cold cabbage and lard, or a lick of the table leg.”
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Still works at 52. And getting out of there without bags full of food is impossible.
I only go home once or twice a year, but I always get to pick what we eat, and I dont have to wash up. I feel like a king for a couple of days. No matter how much I try to replicate mums cooking, it just doesn’t taste as good.
my parents say this and my response is always ” i dont know”. Then my dad says what he wants and we go from there
My husband and I go to visit my parents every 4 months and they give us a shelf in the fridge and fill it with our favourite things that we can’t get as easily in Spain! It’s so sweet!
…and you’re going to tell us the options, right?
Right?!
Oohh, what were the options?
I need an update of what the options are 👀
Oh this is me! I asked for “anything but with chips” 🙂
Response: anything you fancy making.
I’m in my 40’s and going home these days is pretty much providing care dressed up as a visit. When I get back home (a 5 hour trip) I’ll first go and do a shop, then cook, do jobs around the house, and then before I leave I make sure I make something that is easily reheated and will last: lasagna is currently my go-to. Every time I go the chore:social ratio increases a bit.
A particular low point was about a year ago when I got back late, put the kids to bed, then sat chatting to my mum for an hour or and only then, *just* as I was about to head to bed, she casually mentioned “By the way, there’s a pipe leaking in the dining room and the floor is wet – I thought about calling a plumber, but knew you’d be coming back soon”.
It was once an opportunity to be mothered for a bit, but the tables have been turned. Enjoy this while it lasts, OP.
Option 1: Tea
Option 2: No tea
What you having then?
It is hilariously the other way around for me, I’m the first person in my family to learn to cook for at least three generations so my parents invite themselves over to have nice dinners!
Not that I mind, I like them but also they look after my two little kids as I have an extended cook and maybe even a semi-private glass of wine with my wife.
I want crisps.
Turkey dinosaurs, potato faces, baked beans. Washed down with a Special brew.
Same options as always at my parents house option one ‘take it’ option two ‘leave it’
It depends on the next message.
My mum would have joked “Cold cabbage and lard, or a lick of the table leg.”
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