However old we are...

We may not like to admit it, but sometimes we still need them

My parents came to visit me this weekend.

First weekend of term, and they already turned up.

I blame myself really - no matter how many trips I made over here before term, I just kept insisting on forgetting certain necessities. Things such as my flat-shoes-that-fit-in-my-handbag: I just couldn’t live without these things. So, up they came to York - and I had planned on showing myself in my best light.

I wanted to prove to my mother that she had taught me well. I wanted to prove that I’d learnt how to maintain a house and cook a beautiful meal. I had set my sights high but I determined to succeed: I’d cleaned my house from top to bottom, twice in fact; and I’d planned on cooking a superb Sunday roast.

However, that didn’t quite go to plan.

After staying up all night dealing with drunken housemates, their boyfriends and paramedics, I was exhausted by the morning. I awoke at around seven - after a mere two hours sleep - and I thought about everything I had yet to do before my parents arrived. I still had to go shopping, yet unsure of Morrison’s opening hours on a Sunday; I had to get back from the shops and prepare the lunch, then shower and make myself look presentable. I had to try and make an effort not to look like I’d had about three hours sleep for the entire week and that I’d only eaten shop-bought sandwiches and not even seen a gym.

This was going to take a long time.

I knew as soon as I’d rolled out of bed that I couldn’t be bothered. I was tired and stressed, my serotonin levels were through the floor and I decided I’d rather not disappoint my parents by cooking a less than perfect meal; so I picked up the phone and dialled my home number. My mother understood and I’m pretty positive that I could hear the sound of excitement in my mother’s voice when she said that we could go out for a meal instead.

I still had hours left until my parents were due to arrive, which was fortunate because when I popped downstairs to grab a d rink I found the kitchen in an absolute state. I don’t know how my housemates managed it, but there were pots and pans and plates piled high, the floor was disgusting and there was food left out on the sides. Once again, I cleaned the entire house.

When my parents finally turned up, they were amazed at the cleanliness of my house. My mother congratulated me and my father told me he was proud. We had such an amazing day shopping and had a brilliant meal in York. I was so glad to see my parents and even though I’m a mature second-year now, I still occasionally need my parents to take me out sometimes. I still rely on them to keep me grounded and give me support. And I am certainly not complaining about letting them take me out shopping once in a while.

Hopefully next time they come to visit I will have had a few more hours sleep and will be able to make the amazing roast dinner that I had planned for this time. You never know, I might even make desert.

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