When I visit my parents I am not a delight. I am perpetually tired. I do not help with any chores. I come and go at my leisure. And I drop my laundry in the hamper with the expectation that it will magically appear on my bed a day later clean and folded. The worst part is that I totally get away with it.
I am like a spoiled child that knows he cannot get punished. The pathetic part is that I am a 28 year old child. I am fully aware of my transformation yet seem unable to stop it.
Yesterday, I tried telling myself that I have a very demanding job and that my parents understand I need to rest. To this, I quickly reminded myself that my parents are twice my age, run two companies and work twice as many hours as I do and if anything I should be tending to their needs.
Apparently, the reality check did not work because today, after leaving to have breakfast with a friend, I was back on the couch watching my mom prepare lunch while my dad set the table. I could barely muster up the strength to answer their questions as I lay staring at the ceiling.
After conducting a short survey I have found that others in my age bracket experience the same transformation when visiting their parents. This should bring me some comfort but it doesn’t. Instead, it makes me worried about what will happen in 30 years when we are the parents and we are laying along side our kids, staring at the ceiling, waiting for someone to make us all lunch.
For Argument's Sake
12 years ago
2 comments:
no worries. you can order in.
i know, it's so sad! especially when i'm still in my pj's watching kung fu panda with the kids... for the SECOND time in 20 hours. maybe with this miracle of modern medicine our parents' life spans will increase.
Great post. I'm experiencing the same thing on my Winter break. I go to sleep every night and tell myself that the next day I'll be productive and help out my parents. Doesn't happen, not by choice, but by some power I can't explain.
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