Opinion

It happens to the best of us: I just want my mummy

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June 04, 2018

Cartoon courtesy of Jess Rae of Doodley Squat.

IT DOESN’T matter how old you are. Sometimes you just need your parents. Like now.
My life at the moment consists of work, Phantom and sleep. Repeat.
So housework, cooking and cleaning have taken a backseat.
You can imagine then how my house and my girls look. Ok, slightly worse than usual.
The girls’ lunch boxes are looking a little lacklustre (how often can you get away with Vegemite sandwiches, carrot sticks and mini-cucumbers before they start complaining about variety?) and how many times am I allowed to ignore sauce stains on their uniforms before teachers say something?
Fortunately, my parents, sister and my niece arrive this week. And they make everything better.
We haven’t seen each other for six months so no doubt our reunion will be an explosion of hugs, kisses, laughs, talking over each other and more hugs and kisses.
Followed by hours of hilarious catch-ups and toasting the occasion with expensive wine (thank you daddy).
But I relish the moment my mother turns into Mum mode. Because it means my house gets cleaned, my fridge and pantry stocked, laundry done, meals cooked and the girls are bathed and fed when I arrive home from work.
And then there’s my dad. Mr Fix-It himself. He repairs all the loose and broken things, replaces the light globes, weeds the garden, mows the lawn and tidies my garage.
It’s heaven. 
And we can’t forget my sister, Signe. She makes sure there is a stream of endless conversation and jokes, movies on demand and drinks in my hand. And she’s one of my biggest fans.
And they’re all here to see me star as Madame Giry in The Phantom of the Opera this weekend.
The trouble is when the Jensens are in town, you know about it.
So am I worried that they may get a little too boisterous when I take to the stage on closing night?
Hell no! Because it’s probably the only night I’ll get the loudest applause. 
As the strict (or mean, according to Ayla) and brooding ballet mistress, I am not the most well-liked character.
So to be the ‘favourite’ when my five biggest fans come to see me take to the stage, I’m going to milk it for all it’s worth.
 

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