My roommate told me this morning that her Dad is coming to visit this weekend.
Her comment: I’ll have to spend time with him for THREE WHOLE DAYS!
My reaction: So? [Starring in disbelief, shaking my head]
Clearly, the girl doesn’t know how lucky she is that her Dad lives “only” a 6-hour car ride away [in LA] and I told her exactly that. I would be thrilled (!) if I could see my Dad [and my Mom and the rest of the family!] for three days. Even for longer, for all I care ;) It’s really not fair… but then, what is?
Her reply was that she has been living on her own, doing “her thing” on the weekends for too long and that she doesn’t like to adapt to someone else for three whole days… (???!?)
Good luck on finding a man, is all I can say to that.
Oh well, I had to realize lately that not every relationship between parents and their children is the same [the same as mine, that is]. It still kind of a mystery to me.
Anyway, this prompted J and I to think about taking the opportunity of going away for a night. We haven’t decided where we want to go yet, but I am sure we’ll be able to come up with something… there is something to see everywhere around here ;) Let’s call it our belated “Easter holiday weekend”, since we didn’t really do anything special last weekend.