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Written by Sammy
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Sunday, 25 July 2010 |
My parents are safely back in Aberdeen. *BREATHES MASSIVE SIGH OF RELIEF*
*SIIIIIIGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!*
The week wasnt a disaster as such. In the end the nappy problem ended up being resolved by us NOT putting the used nappies out. So we hid them all upstairs, so that means this weeks biohazard collection is going to be massive. That'll make the guy who comes to pick them up swear a lot. I know this because he's been angry at us before for filling the bags up too much. LOL Ah well. Never mind.
On Monday I took my parents to the imperial war museum and they loved it, on tuesday I took them to the cinema, they wanted to see the 4th shrek movie. I'm not that big a fan of the shrek movies but I went with them anyway. On wednesday I took them to see one of my performance gigs. They couldnt believe I got up on stage and performed. On thursday I took them to the london west end to see the stage show 'wicked' I didnt get to go with them as I had another gig that night so had to go perform, but I collected them after the show and they were just buzzing as my mum had never been to a musical before.
Then friday we just pottered around and I left them at home because I had to go do another gig, this time further afield. They didnt want to come, when I got back.....and this is where it gets embarrassing...I found that my mum had tidied the house, she'd hoovered and re-arranged things and done the washing up and stuff. Thing is she'd organised all my paperwork. Now I had kinda hidden things in the paperwork, like my daddy's latest fathers day card, all written in sammy writing (which is scribbled crayons) and I had drawn a pic of him in very childish sort of style but it was obvious who it was. My mum clearly saw this, its a fairly big card. DOH. I wish my mum wouldnt go raking through my stuff, she's going to find stuff if she goes looking. I mean we hid most stuff pretty good but..yeah...I hope my dad wasn't sad.
I discovered today that she also tidied the cupboard where the plates were. I know there was a bottle way at the back that I wasnt worried about because it was totally out of the way but err..she tided the cupboard so I guess she saw that too.
I worry about my real dad feeling like i've replaced him with my daddy. I haven't, the two of them are very different. My dad is my biological father, he raised the real child into the woman I am today. My daddy on the other hand is my husband, and he's the one who nurtures my innerchild, the little girl that'll never grow up and move out. They're completely different and I love them both in completely different ways.
Anyway...there were a few occasions where my folks annoyed me, but hey thats what parents do right? I love them both dearly, and at the end of the day they're just two adult people trying to get on in life. I remember as a kid I used to think they knew everything and could fix any problem. The day I learnt they were just as falable as me was the day I think I became responsible for myself.
Anyway back to drawing and writing and being on here loads more. HUZZAH!
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