Do you remember when you lived at home with your parents and dreamed of one day breaking free to be on your own? Independently. Yes, of course you do. I had that dream not once but twice. But that’s a story for another day. Today, I want to talk about what I miss most about living with my parents since I became a wife and mother. With a mortgage…and…insurance…and a child who loves to eat–A LOT.
1. My Momma’s Cooking
Momma’s homemade meals are simply divine. She can sauté, boil, fry, bake, stew, braise, or broil anything extremely well. If Daddy was off from work, it was going down. My younger sister and I didn’t appreciate it as much then. Translation: Can we have fast food like we do when Daddy works nights? We didn’t know how good we had it.
To add insult to injury, if I showed up at my parents’ house right now with no notice, Momma would be cooking like it’s a holiday. For just her and Daddy!
2. One Bill
When I last lived with my parents, it was 1998. The only household bill that I was responsible for was my personal phone line. A landline, people. For you millennials, that’s a phone in which the receiver is attached to a base and then a cord runs from it to the wall. What I wouldn’t give to have just one household bill again.
3. My Daddy’s Life Anecdotes
BAW readers probably have heard me wax nostalgic about Daddy’s anecdotes that have stuck with me since I was a kid. Any suit fits a naked man… No matter how funny or how serious our discussion, he had one ready to lay on me. FYI: he still does it!
See ya later,
Kimberly
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8 thoughts on “What I Miss About Living With My Parents”
Hmmmm…things were easier when living at home weren’t they? I miss the home cooked meals for sure.
#tuneituptuesday
Yes, a lot easier. But of course as young folks, we don’t realize it until many years down the line. LOL
I’ll never forget the first night I was in my “own place” and I had this weird feeling that I didn’t have to report to anyone. I could do what I wanted when I wanted. I loved it and never looked back!
Thanks for the memories but at age 42 I am still happy to be independent!
Yes! It was like “Where do I go first? What do I do next?” Ha!
My mom doing my laundry
My mom buying my stuff just because (ok- she still does that but she kinda has a problem…)
My parents changing the sheets- I hate that chore
Never having to grocery shop- Just open the fridge and eat
Never missing anything. Deoderant, soap, tampons, favorite foods, everything was ALWAYS THERE…
Now if I need these things I have to schlep all four kids to Rite aid just to grab tampons.
Adulting is hard
Kristin, you are hilarious! We had no idea how good we had it, right? I remember my mother bringing me groceries when I lived on campus during college. I was twenty minutes away and she still bought the food and brought it to me.
NO bills!!! That was the best part of living at home. That and lack of having to make responsible decisions 😀
Oh the lack of having to make responsible decisions! Yes! LOL