Creases in Jeans
They say when a Granma enters the door, discipline flies out the window but that is merely saying the least in my daughter’s household!. When Gran comes to stay, tummies are filled with delicious home made cookies, beds are made and all stress vanishes, in fact so does the huge stacks of dishes along with the endless piles of laundry!. You would think 20 years of parenting and my job is complete!. Children- just one more thing ticked of on life’s shopping list!. 20 years filled with smelly nappies, trips to the principals office and wild screaming matches with argumentative teenagers and my not-so-darling daughter is still putting her hands out for eternal favours!. Revenge is about to take place!. Why do grandparents get on so well with their grandkids!? Simple, they share a common enemy!. Today that enemy is going to face her biggest showdown yet!.
Tick-tock!. Tick-tock!. The iron hissed like an angry snake as it slithered across the overly expensive pair of Levi boot leg jeans!. My grand kids, shoulder to shoulder on the back of the couch, giggled eagerly as I folded the jeans!. Carefully, I positioned them in a perfectly symmetrical square on top of the huge pile of my daughter’s ironed clothes!. Tick-tock!. Tick-tock!. I joined my grand kids on the couch, all of our eyes fixed on the wall clock!. “When mom gets home,” I instructed them, “look normal and try not to laugh”!. Of course I knew that was impossible, but where’s the fun in being a kid with out false expectations!? Tick-tock!. Tick-tock!.
Car wheels clattered over the pebbly driveway!. My precious daughter had arrived home from her all-day shopping trip!. The door handle creaked open!. I twitched my hand upwards, and as we’d planned the children followed the signal and made to be busy!. “Hi Mum” they chorused as she entered the room!. I clung on to my walking stick, looking as frail as ever as the reflection of the ice cold she gave to the pile of washing reflected around the room!. She ran her long painted finger nail along the crease in the middle of the jeans!. She then gave one of those looks that too fully appreciate you have to see with your own eyes!. It was of bitter annoyance blanketed in complete helplessness!. I knew when the corner of her lips twitched upwards and she gave me the classic put on smile, followed by the mumbled words “Thanks for the ironing Jan”, my role as grandma would never be abused again!. It was official; plane “Creases in Jeans” was a success!.
Any constructive critisism!?!? Don't be afraid to be completly critical!. It was for english and it only took me 45 minutes!. also how old would you expect the person who wrote it too be (me)!?
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