I thought I would give you an update on the parenting front.
Archie is back at uni and on the days he’s not there he’s working at Bathers’ Cafe and also fitting in dance classes with the Sydney Dance Company. Plans are underway for his 21st birthday party. There’s an awful lot of organising which I’m finding quite time-consuming. It’s a bit like planning a wedding although not quite on that scale. Archie is helping (a little) and constantly moaning, ‘You’re forgetting whose party this is’.
It did take a while for Archie to halve his guest list of 140 but we now agree on who will be invited. Sort of. This has been the biggest source of Archie moaning, ‘You’re forgetting whose party this is’. Once we could move on from ‘the list’ we had to choose a venue. I’d already chosen it so again I was forgetting whose party this is. Archie thought holding it in a paddock in the middle of nowhere three and a half hours from Sydney was perfect and why did I have an issue with that?
It will be held in a venue that has a roof and walls and a floor and there’s even bathroom facilities and it’s a two-minute walk from home.
But it is his party and so I’ve let him choose the theme and who will be doing speeches but I’ve added my name to that list as well. I then asked, ‘And who have you chosen to be your MC?’ And he said, ‘Mum, it’s not that kind of a party’.
‘What do you mean it’s not that kind of a party? If you have people doing speeches someone has to introduce them’.
‘No you don’t mum. None of my friends have had an MC and they’ve all had speeches’. So that’s another thing I’ll be doing on the night, introducing the speakers; just quietly.
And amongst all this angst has been the break-up with ‘Mimi’. We were all very sad about that as we very much liked Mimi and thought they were very well suited but I can’t control the party and his love-life.
As for Arabella, she did well enough in her exams to be able to transfer to Sydney Uni. I’m so relieved – Sydney Uni has no parking so she won’t be depriving me of my car every morning. No, she’ll now be on the bus which is perfectly adequate transport for uni students.
She’s been to orientation week and they had talent scouts wandering about (or perhaps ‘enthusiastic recruiters’ is more accurate) and she was picked for modelling which she turned down because she said, ‘I don’t have time to be thin’. Good on her. Noticing her height and the length of her arms and legs, she was also picked for rowing and she signed up for that and is very excited about it but, we’ve been down this road before and it didn’t last and so I’m not sure how long she’ll be a rower; just quietly.
She broke up with her tattooed boyfriend just before Christmas although some of his possessions like a bed is still being stored at our house and there’s STILL a pair of shoes in my car. Arabella then said she wasn’t going to have another boyfriend because they’re just a waste of time; just so draining and they just get in your way and that she was just going to go to uni and finish her degree and enjoy being single. I was relieved. It’s the words every mother of a daughter wants to hear and I was so proud of her maturity and patting myself on the back for what a good job I’ve done as a mother.
It lasted five days. Five days later I was having to hear all about the wonderful Patrick. ‘And he can cook, mum. Can he come round and cook us dinner one night?’ Well not really; just quietly. And then it was, ‘Can Patrick come to the 21st?’ And I said, ‘He can help behind the bar’, which apparently was the wrong thing to say and so an invitation has now been posted to Patrick.
And then there’s Alfie who as you know, had a birthday last week. And he would like a party. And I feel I can’t really tell him to just shut up about it until after the 21st and so his invitations will go out tomorrow. I thought a sausage sizzle down at the beach would be perfect (avoids having all those boys running through the house) but no, that’s not what Alfie had in mind. He wanted a movie night as in a movie marathon where everyone sleeps over and you watch inappropriate films all night but no, I’ve had to ‘forget whose party it is’ and scale that right back to an afternoon movie at home with pizza and cake. And I’m not making the pizzas.
And Alfie is super-excited to be going to a 21st and he doesn’t care whose party it is. Another thing I’ll have to do on the night is keep a good eye on him.
Did anyone else fail for foresee all of this back in the days when they were planning parenthood?
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