Whenever I am at my mom's I always get the feeling that we (my brothers and I) get treated as child-like adults. Inside of our home, it seems as though we have 0 responsabilities and each and every one of our needs is taken care of for us. Everyday there are three different meals waiting for us on the table at mealtimes, our rooms are clean and tidy within an hour after we wake up. Our sheets, our towels and even our shower courtains are monogrammed and changed every other day. Hell, everything we own is monogrammed...It is as if our initials mean something special.
...Actually we get treated as if we really are something special.
This morning I woke up and found our sunglasses and keys (except for Gus's) on the table. I thought that was cute as hell. Now we don't even have to look for our keys! Every day I find myself making less and less effort and I think that pretty soon I'm going to feel completely useless.
These are the things that my mom will do to entice us to stay home: make us think that we'll never have it this good anywhere- which really does seem true.
Everytime I come back, even if for a day, I find it too easy to get used to this and to an extent I find it worrysome even though it's been proven time and time again that I am in fact capable of doing my own laundry, doing my own dishes and of getting my own towels and sheets monogrammed (I don't mess with my linens!).
My mom always said that when I get married and leave home (because even though I haven't lived here in a good 7 years she swears that this is my home and my apartment is a temporary place of residence) I should do it in a way that I will allow me to live just as well or better than I do now. In layman's terms I think that means "marry rich". I would NEVER marry someone for money, I don't know if I would want to live like this forever and I certainly wouldn't raise my kids the way we were raised but I don't think that I could ever do without the kind of comforts I've lived with my whole life. Some things in life are simply necessary like 1000+ TC monogrammed sheets...
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I like Ralph Lauren bedding, it may not be monogrammed, but it's pretty. In fact the only thing we used to get monogrammed were shirts made at The Custom Shop in NYC. I wonder it that is still open on Madison Avenue
Even my mother is like that. I think it's a Dominican thing. Even Dominican grandmothers' go out of their way to accommodate you to the best of their ability. They even have food everywhere; they call up everybody to come see you. It’s just great fun.
I love my country.
Have fun Annush. Enjoy esa juventud girl.
My childhood experience was pretty much the opposite. The kids did all the work (except laundry and sometimes cooking) while the mom unit read and watched TV.
Can I move in with you? The novelty of doing my own chores has long since lost it's luster. :p
i think she is slacking, one of the glasses is a little lopsided. if she is going to do something it should be done right.
I think I should clarify that my mom doesn't lay out our sunglasses for us. Our housekeepers do that. My mom is gifted in the art of delegating...
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