My parents are staying with me for the next five days, having tired of my sister’s endless demands and the deafening screams of her children. (Just kidding: I think they feel as though they haven’t spent enough time with me during this latest trip, and have suddenly realised they’re going home to Ireland in a little over two weeks.)
This is great news: I love my parents! But also, it’s great to have another adult (or two) in the house with me and Atlas. It means he doesn’t bawl crying when I go to the bathroom, and I can go upstairs to put the washing in the dryer without taking him with me, or waiting for him to be down for his nap.
My Mum is a great one for having the kettle boiled at all times, and Dad’s already planning on making apple muffins. “Make them tomorrow,” I told him, when he looked a little like he might be considering getting up some time in the next hour. “Today is Indian day.”
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