Mummy That’s YOUR Fault!

Mummy That’s YOUR Fault!

Everyone says I am a clone of my Mother. In some ways yes but I have definitely inherited my Grandad’s huge nose! When I was younger I’d always moan at my Mum for all the crap things she’d passed to me and it made me consider how my gremlin could be like me in years to come.

So Mother this is for you; it’s all your fault:

  • That I get sunburnt. I don’t go brown. Fact. I just go red. In fact I don’t do anything really now because I cover up like a lunatic and avoid the sun. Factor 50 all the way. I’m not desperate for a tan; happy with the colour I am but getting called “white chicken” and “milky, milky” from the brownest Turks on every holiday does tend to give me a complex. The gremlin got such a lovely tan on her legs last summer, even coated in sun cream. Jealous? Moi?
Milk bottles
  • I’m hot headed. This has definitely come from my Mum. My Dad, when he was alive, would rather pull teeth than have a confrontation. My Mum did all the discipline, sending to my room, even threatening a smack! My temper is definitely getting better as I age but I still have my moments and explode. My monster is a stroppy one, It tickles me when her dolly gets caught in her buggy and she starts yelling, almost yanking it’s head off. It may not tickle me in 14 years time when she is giving me some lip but for now I’ll have a giggle everytime.
  • I have frizzy hair. I LOVE being a redhead. It’s never bothered me. I’ve had the ginger nut comments all my life but hey who cares? However, the frizziness is a definite no-no. I actually can’t believe I left the house pre-GHDs without a bag over my head; it was like a lions mane on a windy day. My gremlin currently has lovely curls with it straight on top. We are still not sure who’s hair she has texture wise but I reckon she’ll need the straighteners too!!
Me and the Mama
  • I can’t have a cat. This one makes me quite sad. I love cats. We had 2 when I was younger and I was always fine but as I got older my immune system decided it didn’t like cats and I was suddenly allergic. Sore throat, sneezing and a runny nose after about 20 minutes of being in the same room as a cat is not fun. Hubby is unfortunately the same so our gremlin is going to be stuffed. Randomly however I was fine with my friend’s lovely cat Deeley, She’s not around anymore but she was the cutest cat.
Me pregnant with Deeley making herself comfy
  • I can’t go on rollercoasters. This one is mega annoying. Everyone thinks I’m scared but I’m not; green is just not my colour. A few years ago Mum and I decided to go on The Hulk in the Islands of Adventure in Florida. We must have been completely crazy. It must have done the first drop and I knew was a big fat error. It was a serious case of praying not to puke!! I couldn’t eat for a couple of hours afterwards, was the colour of snot and very wobbly. Mum was worse. I now know my limits and Daddy will be riding the rollercoasters in the future. Sob!
I feel sick just looking!
  • I’m a terrible loser. I mean terrible. I don’t class myself as competitive usually but I am. I used to play badminton for my county when I was younger and hubby I enjoyed playing together….until he won. I haven’t seen a shuttlecock since. My Mum is exactly the same. Only recently she was telling me how she refused to hit any shots on her backhand when she used to play squash with my step-Dad because she “couldn’t hit them”. This is code for she never tried and she was allowed to win to avoid a row and a strop. Bad times. Me versus the gremlin could be interesting when we get the Monopoly out.
So I’m looking forward to watching my monster grow and come into herself. Will I see little bits of myself? It will be lovely to see. Hopefully she will be on all the big rides, leaving me to hold the coats and watch on!!