The other reason it was timely was that a friend of my daughter’s, who was staying for the foreseeable future, was asked to go home – by me.
Fish and friends – three days, they say, before they both go off.
Six weeks with another guest in my little house nearly drove me to distraction. Being a fan of my own space, each time I arrived home I felt overwhelmed by it all.
In the end, I called her mother and said something had to be done because I couldn’t financially support her while she had no job. I didn’t mention the fact that she could sleep to rival Rip Van Winkle and that my shower plughole was so jammed with hair that it resembled a creature from the Black Lagoon emanating from it each time I took a shower.
Her mum was great about it and so was my daughter’s friend. She came and had a conversation with me and thanked me for having her. We had a conversation that I have been having with my daughter for quite a while now about the cost of living and how expensive it is to “adult”. It was an open, honest conversation and she actually listened while we talked about how she could get herself into a better financial position and prepare for flatting.
Crikey – two conversations with other teenagers and I felt a lot better about myself and that I actually made sense. I don’t blame my daughter for thinking I’m stupid or not listening to anything I say because now, thanks to that parenting guru, I know that she is just doing her job.