‘What the hell is this Frenchie Mummy on now?!’ I can imagine you, readers. You are wondering what I am talking about. Frenchie nanny is coming to London!
Oui, my very own maman is coming to visit us this weekend as she very much wants to kiss the Frenchie Baba. You know that Frenchies are obsessed with kisses, right? Plus the dearest maman has not seen le bébé in months. So I, telling you that she is super looking forward to it is a euphemism! At least. I bet you that I soon she will arrive at Saint Pancras, she will just grab le petit Baba, pinch his big cheeks and kiss him all over the place. And him to give me this look…
I am such a bad daughter, talking about my mum this way. I should not joke about it, especially when she doesn’t see much of her grandson and I feel quite guilty about it. I nearly added to this post title something like ‘Watch out les rosbifs!’ as a joke, but it would have been extremely sarcastic… And that not me at all, right? 😆
Let’s be honest, my maman is not that bad. Ok, we have very different lives. I am sure she still wonders what I am doing with Grumpy Boyfriend. Don’t get me wrong, she likes him and finds him very funny but she must think that he is bizarre. My mum will never be rude and tell me anything bad about mon homme but it’s clear that she pictures him as a weirdo…
- He doesn’t like cheese
- He is vegetarian (when he declared it the first time, there was a big silence in the room. In my Frenchie family we love meat!)
- He drinks too many beers (my mum still doesn’t get that it is the English equivalent of le vin rouge… She probably thinks that les anglais are a bit crazy, to say the least…)
So maman is going to turn up. Au course I am happy to see her, but somehow, some parts of me are not feeling like jumping in the air.
C’est simple, I know that my mum will find a lot of stuff not to her taste as soon as she will pass through the door. Here is a (non-exhaustive list):
- Darling, your place is so messy! My mum probably thinks that Grumpy Boyfriend and I live like pigs because I don’t dust every day. She is obsessed with housework. So much that she will notice immediately if you used the bathroom and have not put the towel back in the right place. I swear she has an instinct for it. Even if I put exactly it back like it was, she knows. So yeah, I am the opposite of my mum. I know that as soon as she arrives, she will put the apron on and will want to clean up. But there is un problème, I don’t have an apron! And I don’t iron Grumpy Boyfriend’s clothes either… Don’t tell her. Our flat? Ok, it’s messy, but as I like to point it out, it’s an organised mess. Meaning? I find whatever I need whenever I need it. Almost… I would say in 85% of the time. 😅
- My mum will probably disapprove of my blog. She very much believes that I should rather spend all my time on cleaning the house (you would have guessed it if you read carefully the previous bullet point). Frenchie Nanny is the opposite of me again with this kind of things. She is very discrete, whereas I want the entire world to know about our Frenchie world: what Baba eats, what he likes, what he wears… Everything!
- She will surely be shocked about some of Baba’s habits. For example, he doesn’t sleep in his nursery yet. With his heart operation , I didn’t see the rush. And also, I wanted to make sure his wound was close (just in case he hurts himself in his sleep). My excuse this week? His Frenchie grandmother is coming and she will be sleeping in the spare room. We surely don’t want her to wake up at night if Baba has one of his episodes…
Her reaction will be a bit like that:
And I will have to explain myself. When Baba is my son and clearly, I do what I want… And wait to see her face when she sees our sleeping routine!
I better stop here! Otherwise, what kind of image will you have of Frenchie women?! To be totally fair, I am happy to see my mum. We will have a brilliant time and she will be over Baba all the time anyway. We will be fine!