I been busy browsing

the internet since early this morning with a break to watch the silly women on the " View". Actually, the one who gets me the most is the young one called Elisabeth, who appears to totally ignorant of real life and gets on my nerves all the time. Not surprisingly she is a republican and a huge fan of George Bush.

Elisabeth (my eldest daughter)called on Thursday to say she would be home either Friday evening or Saturday morning. As its spring break, I was surprised but happy to hear she was coming home for a few days. However, I wasn't surprised on Friday evening that she rang to say she wouldn't be home as she was going to her friend's in Austin, despite the fact I had dashed out to get new mattress pad so the bed would be to her liking! As she would be drinking she wouldn't be able to drive home was her excuse and good one at that!

She eventually arrived late Saturday afternoon, decidedly worse for wear from lack of sleep with a dicky tummy. No it wasn't because she had drunk too much, she declared (yea right we believe that one, been there, done that!) Anyway, by 6pm her stomach had been soothe with food and water, so we all sat down to a good takeaway from a new local Thai restaurant. Then we went to the store, got some wine and a couple of video's. We had a good evening I hate being a parent, it sucks, because you are always in the wrong whatever you do. I would love to be one of those parents who ring their child dutifully every week but in part I don't because I know she will be doing something I am mildly unhappy about (like drinking too much) because I know only too well what risks I took at that age. The last thing I want to be is a nagging parent because she can only learn through her own experience, trouble is I have too large an imagination or experience and can only see the worse happening.

I also wish I was more of a huggy parent to show that I love my kids. We never hug, don't know why but we dont. Weird because my Dad was always hugging me and my sisters. My Mum wasn't into hugs either.

I remember when I was student, I use to love going back home, no meals to cook for myself, no bills to pay, free food and drink. Oh well, c’est la vie! One day they will be grateful we are still here.

Parts of this post were deleted as an apology to my daughter. Elisabeth. I

shouldn’t have aired my grievances online. I am very sorry, I should have been honest and told you how pissed off I was.