where are my white stockings?

Freaking hell.

3 days to go, and my parents will be here.

I am, as you can probably guess, in a state.

Here are sure shot things that always happen when my parents come:

One big fight: always between my mom and me. Over my clothes or hair or general appearance. Accompanied by loud yelling, sobbing, doors banging. And then my mother telling my father, let’s go back tomorrow.

One big make up: usually between my dad, mom, me, the dog and anything else that can shed a tear or two. Also accompanied by hugging and sobbing. And then my father saying, let’s cancel those tickets.

One never ending day at salwaar kameez and shoe and bag shops: usually involves my mom walking into every shop, because ‘what’s the harm in seeing everything’. Accompanied by my bored dad and an even more bored me. The day ends in loud sobbing, yelling and doors banging. My mom saying, “ You have no interest in things girls normally like.” Followed by me yelling, “ yeah, normal things, like 16 of the same salwaar kameez shops in one go.” This is then followed by my mother telling my father, let’s go back tomorrow.

One cuddle in session: usually in the afternoon. Involves a large bed and me lying in the middle of both my parents. We’ll talk about all the relatives, and the impending marriage and laugh our heads off at all the mad things we can do. Accompanied by much smothering and hugging of all my limbs by my parents. And then my father saying, let’s cancel those tickets.

Bring your own peanuts. The circus is about to start.