Boomerangs

Hi. I’m Marla.  Gimme a Minute to talk about boomerangs, I mean grown up kids. 

And when they come back.  It doesn’t matter if they’ve been gone a week, a month, a semester or a whole year, tell me if this happens to you.

They walk in the door, drop their bags of dirty laundry and kick off their shoes, go right to the refrigerator or pantry, grab something to munch on, and plop themselves down in front of the TV to watch something loud and obnoxious.

Or maybe they don’t, and five minutes after they’ve walked in the door, they ask if there’s gas in the car, grab the extra set of keys, and they’re gone to who knows where, until who knows when, eating who knows what until they return to raid the refrigerator.

If you’re lucky, they might return before midnight, safe in the confines of your four walls, for at least one night.

And when the visit is over, and they return to the life they have left you for, your house heaves a sigh of something just this side of relief.  The room where they slept, not their room, because, well, they’ve chosen to live somewhere else, but the room where your guest has most recently slept (and I use that term loosely…as they no longer sleep, they crash)  has suffered an upheaval of order.

And so, you may wonder, where is the maid service for this hotel.

Look in the mirror mom or dad.  You are it.

I’m Marla.  Thanks for Listening.  See Ya.