Laughing so hard, I just might pee...Once in a blue moon, my parents would go out of town and leave me at home. Those were some of the happiest times of my teenage existence. Mom ran a very tight ship, so it was a vacation itself to not have her around to crack the whip.
I would eat nothing but junk food and never made my bed. Sometimes to be super rebellious (are you sitting down?)… I would even eat in the living room! *GASP* I knew that would kill my mom… and something about it felt so right. I never dreamed of having a party or inviting a boy over since I had very overprotective neighbors keeping a close watch on the house. But I could stay up super late and make a big mess without anyone knowing. And that was enough for me!
As long as the carpet still had its vacuum tracks, I never got busted. To make my vacation even sweeter, I would run the vacuum over the carpet to make the tracks without even plugging it in. At least it LOOKED clean. *evil laugh* Mom never knew… those tracks were gold… carpet with tracks was clean carpet that hadn’t been stepped on. It never occurred to her how crafty I actually was.
It’s odd because I live my adult life almost as if I was a teenager left alone at home. I rarely make my bed. I walk around in my underwear. I keep things tidy, but I really only clean the house if someone’s coming over (but I DO turn on the vacuum cleaner). I stay up late. I always eat in the living room. It’s so funny (or sad?) to be rebelling against Mom as an adult… but something about it feels so right.
