If I think back to when I was a teenager, I want to cringe. What we kids put our poor parents through. That awkward stage when you think you know everything, when you think you can do anything and yet you can't. You want to travel the world on great adventures! You want to pack your bags, shake off all responsibilities and travel to foreign lands, far away from your family who are telling you to be sensible, to look after yourself and not take any chances.
Well my parents have clearly decided it is payback time and are going through a second teenagehood. Much to my GREAT dismay!!!
As you know my parents (who are known as the Fockers) bought their RV van last year. Although I was very anti them ever leaving me getting the van, even I must admit it is stunning and I can see why they love going away in it. FOR A WEEK. Go away for a week to a sensible little caravan park an hour's drive away. That is what you do when you are retired.
But not my irresponsible parents, oh no. They want to go to BOTSWANA! For THREE MONTHS!! (I am actually banging the keys really hard as I type this). It that not the HEIGHT of irresponsibility?? Botswana is FAR away and DANGEROUS. Well, not really dangerous but VERY FAR AWAY. And as for the three months thing, well why don't they just say they don't love me any more. FINE.
And that is not all. I KNOW!! It is bad enough as it is, but it gets worse! I can hardly bring myself to write this down. My father (who is the BAD influence in the relationship) wants to go CAMPING while they are there, in the bush with just the 4x4 jeep and a two man tent. I mean HAVE YOU EVER! They are not 30 years old, they are GRANDPARENTS! They *think* they are capable, but they not as physically strong as they used to be. My dad had a heart attack, a stroke and open heart surgery less than a year ago. Less than 18 months ago my mother had cancer, chemo and an operation to remove her bits.
And seriously.... BOTSWANA??!! What happens if a lion eats them? What happens if the jeep gets stuck? If someone murders them in their tent??????????? In the middle of the bloody jungle! SO FAR AWAY!
I am banging the keys really hard again. My nerves are shot! What ever happened to staying home listening to the radio and knitting sweaters for the grandkids?
What to do. They are grown ups now and apparently do not listen to me any more. Not that they ever did. Height of irresponsibility, I tell you.
(I do have a plan. I am thinking of getting someone to follow them from a safe distance, just to keep an eye on them. The person (already identified) will camp a short distance away so that if they run into trouble, he will be there to assist. So irresponsible!)