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MANIC MONDAY LINK
Have you ever noticed that there is a big difference between visiting your son or daughter or if they visit you ?
First you usually don't have a key to his/her's home. When you arrive you want to behave as descreet as possible and make yourself to a little mouse not to disturb your child's household. You ask politely where you can sleep and start each sentence with "may I" "or "where may I" or "do you have " ? when you need something out of the fridge, a little space in the wardrobe, or you need something to drink. You ask if you could use the phone, if you could help, where you can sit at table or on the sofa. You support without a complainingly word the heat or the cold in the rooms.
You bravely listen to a music which sounds to you like notes played from the end to the beginning, you watch movies with a lot of shooting, fighting, kickboxing or other Walker's methods, or shows about "how can I become a beauty" or "who is who" etc. It would never come into your mind to ask for watching your favourite shows. Unless of course you belong to the super mums who don't visit their children but move in armed with suitcases and packets, taking possession of the whole house including the kitchen. They know everything better of course and they also have to cook and iron because they know that so much better having so many years of practice behind them.
But when your child is visiting you, it of cours still has the keys of your home. So don't get a heart attack when suddenly while you are busy with something it suddenly pops in and stands in front of you. It will take immediately possession of its old room even if it had been transformed meanwhile to some other purposes than a teenage room and have to listen to the reproachfull statements "why did you change that" "why did you throw this away" and "why were there no track of it's posters anymore". After five minutes your child spent in this room, you notice that you don't recognize it anymore. Suddenly a lot of things unknown to you are spread around, mostly on the floor. Misterious things happen, your house is bewitched. You are suddenly freezing although it is not cold outside and realize that the thermostat has put itself on "aircondition" or you start sweating because the temperature has suddenly raised a lot without your interfering and your thermostat shows 28° (82). The fridge you just had filled in is suddenly empty like a desert or drinks you just had bought had changed themselves into empty bottles.
Your TV program has changed, the remote control found another owner, you just sit there a little surprised. Your telephone is ringing but there is no track of your handset which you finally find under a pile of magazines.
You miss clothes in your wardrobe and can't find any track of them but once your guest is gone if you are lucky you will find the missed piece wrinkled in a corner of the ex teenage room. Your husband accuses you of course because you misplaced his T-shirts and he cannot find the one he wants to wear it would never come into his mind that his son who is now a guest has served himself in his wardrobe.
After becoming a sort of FBI agent to track back all the disappeared things you finally ask in a timidly voice to please keep in mind that he/she is not living in this house anymore and that he/she should ask first if they may take something or at least tell what they took. This of course will cause a shock to the beloved child. It hasn't done anything wrong in its opinion. It just felt home ! It will look at you with big astonished eyes as if you suddenly had become mad, because its home is still with you and in its mind that hasn't changed at all.
And when it finally leaves and your house is empty again and you have tracked down all the so misteriously disappeared things, you fall in your armchair and feel guilty. Did the poor child enjoy it's stay ? Or had you been on the wrong track ?
