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When the adult child moves back home

Middle child after climbing Mont Yongma in South KoreaMiddle child, age 24 has lived in Seoul, South Korea for the past year, she now returns home in exactly one week. For the first few weeks she will be crabby, something she, herself freely admits. Part of the problem will be the time change for her. Seoul is thirteen hours ahead of us. Her nights, are my days. For the past year, she has phoned us just before her bedtime, when we are just getting up to start our day. So when I spoke with her this morning, I asked if she would still have a morning chat with me. She responded, well if I am up feeding the dogs I will. I reminded her that her father feeds the dogs at 6:30am, her tune soon changed well I guess not then.

Well living in South Korea, middle child’s diet completely changed. She eats mostly vegetables because meat is very expensive, we eat meat a good five nights out of seven. She eats a lot of sushi, we never eat sushi. I said she could have the refrigerator in the basement to keep her food, but she didn’t seem to like that idea. She also hasn’t really eaten a lot of cheese, something she lived on when she was here, regardless of the fact, it makes her incredibly ill because she has a milk intolerance. When she was home the cheese disappeared quickly in the fridge, whereas the last package of cheese her father and I had in the fridge, went mouldy because we didn’t eat very much of it.

She has a part-time job when she returns, while she looks for a full-time job in her set career, but in the meantime, she says she will be relaxing for a few weeks, it is her retirement from teaching she tells me. Ha! I remind her that her father is 54, and will not be able to retire for another ten years, thus retirement for her at twenty-four will not happen.

When she arrives home, the first few days will be lovely, even though we have spoken with her pretty much every day since she left, it is still not the same as actually seeing and giving her a hug when she is sad. After the initial I missed you days, the screaming will probably ensue by both of us trying to learn how to live together again. I will want her to wash the dishes, and she will complain about how many coffee cups I use in a day. Eventually she will wash them, but probably not to my liking. It is a mother thing. She will leave a mess that I am not use too, I will leave a mess that she is not use too. Oh life will be fun as we learn to live together again, and not want to kill each other.

When the adult child returns home to live after being away for a year, have you experienced this?

El Tigre is alive!

Good news El Tigre is alive! I’ve put him in the medical bay, and nurse Bear is assisting.

Our dog Bear looking at the fish in the pond

Note: This is my husband’s humour. I take no credit for either the image or the message he sent with it.

Middle child busted, hubby steps in poo, fish throw stones

I’ve started week four without a laptop, currently I am using one that the store loaned to me while I await the okay for brand new computer. It seems they were unable to repair my motherboard or find a replacement, plus the LCD panel is shot, and there isn’t a part available for it either.  Geez.

So what has been happening with me – lots!

First I busted middle child, which had both of us laughing for a few days. What happened you ask? Some of you may not know that middle child is neither a child nor a teenager, she is a young adult doing her own thing.  Me, well I do not sleep well, I’m up numerous times throughout the night. So as it happened, I was outside on the front porch around 2 a.m. when a cab pulled up beside the house. Ah middle child has arrived home, but not by herself, she has brought a boy, hmm. She first tries to sneak him in the front gate, which is ridiculously silly since it is only a few steps from the front porch. Unable to open the lock, she realizes she has no choice but to walk by mom (I’m laughing as I watch her). She quickly races past me, and I assume she hopes the boy does, but nope! Like any mother who sees her daughter bring someone home, I hold my hand out to shake his while I introduce myself (oh I’m cruel!). Being a polite young man, he shakes my hand and introduces himself (with a big grin on his face). They both enter the house, while I yell “Busted!”

The next day, hubby awoke at his usual time of 6:30 a.m. to get ready for work and feed the dogs.  Well it seems no one took the dogs out to do their business the night before, so one of them had an accident in the house, which my husband stepped in! After cleaning up that mess, Bear was sick and vomited on the landing. Another mess for hubby to clean up, only to step in another poo a few minutes later. It was not a good morning start for him!

Next up was the young man, who broke out with a case of chicken pox, this was the second time for him. I woke up with a stye in my left eye, so it was off to the family doctor for both of us. A prescription for me, rest and Benadryl for the young man. Thankfully the chicken pox  pretty much remained on his torso, but it was still quite itchy for him and my stye has cleared up.

Lastly our fish, which I seriously considered flushing down the toilet for a premature death the other day. I again woke up in the middle of the night only to hear noises that sounded similar to electrical wires arcing. Since I had my phone with me, I turned on the flashlight app and went on the hunt for the cause of the noise. After checking all floors, plus the electrical panel I went back to bed. After about another hour of sleeping, I once again woke to the weird sounds, unable to find anything the second time around, I went back to bed hoping that if there was a fire, our fire alarms would wake me. It wasn’t until the morning that I found out the source of the noise – the fish. Hubby, who had slept on the couch in the basement, explained the fish were picking up the stones on the bottom of the aquarium then spitting them out, hitting the glass. He too was very close to killing our pond fish, who spend winters in the house.