334. Plans

 ‘Yeah, that’s good. Go, yolo!’

She misses a beat and I am glad of it. She didn’t think her mother would know yolo. 

‘Mum, how come yolo’s in your vocabulary ?’

I smile and mumble a couple of mysterious sounding syllables.

‘All right. Now let’s be serious. And … Please, can you act as the mother?’

‘Can you ask dad to act as the father? He’s good at it. Has always been.’

‘I’ve put it past him already. But I need to speak to you too!’

Baby comes by and shouts into the phone she’s all settle to watch her favourite stupid series.

This evening is not going well. I can’t watch my series, my tea is getting cold, I’m getting the guilty feeling because I want to watch the episode now and speak to my daughter later, I get an other bad feeling because my husband is clearly better at parenting than I am and now Baby is being rude. How did my life get to this and how come I didn’t notice.

I put the remote control down on the coffee table with a bang and the batteries come out.

Great. I take a sip of my tea. It is stone cold and too strong. I let out a big sigh.

‘Ok, tell me of the big plan. But please make sure I don’t have to stock the whole o f your flat’s contents in my house …’

‘Promise. It’s all going to be taken care of, and you won’t have to lift a finger.’

I sit back and listen.