Moms, they'll "cut you"...
Even the dogs aren’t breaking the barrier. Pretty clear who the alpha in this pack is.
My grandmother had a living room that was only used at Christmas.....
Moms, they'll "cut you"...
I had a friend with a dining room that no one could go into.
But that is because her 7 Siamese cats had claimed it.
You just . . . didn’t.
As a kid growing up in The South, ‘Living Rooms’ were for adults.
Many of my schoolmates had homes that the living room was covered in plastic, until company came.
You were not allowed to play or even be in the living room except to pass thru on your way to somewhere else, and you dang sure didn’t have dirty shoes if you did!.................
Lost count at 25 for the number of media requests the kid typed ‘yes’ to on the twit link .. LOL
But every mom on the list will appreciate this thread.
The kid's looking for sympathy.
Growing up, the living room was always off limits to us kids, other than special occasions.
When I was 17 and my brother 13 we went to a summer pool party at the house of important business associates of my step-father. As we walked in the front door we looked to the left and saw a gigantic, immaculate living-room with white carpet and mostly white furniture. This was a beautiful and opulent house, which as I recall was the back yard neighbor to actor Lorn Green, who had horses grazing in his yard. It was beautiful. In contrast, as a military brat, our house was furnished by JC Penny, Sears and yard sales, with the occasional incredible piece from lands far and wide.
As we walked through the door, Mom froze and looked to the left at that white living-room, then at my brother and I, and then at the living-room. She turned to us and said in simple words and careful diction that carried the weight of every punishment known to man... “Don’t Go In There!” That was it... “Don’t Go In There!” I’ll never forget that moment. My loving and gentle mother had somehow said in a calm and loving manner, words that carried the weight of the most frightful drill sergeant that has ever walked the Earth. An outsider might never have picked up on the weight of her implied threat that bulged between the lines, but it was crystal clear to my brother and myself. Usually my brother and I found ourselves wanting to test her resolve, but not this time.
My brother and I looked at the living-room ourselves, took a quick mental cost-benefit analysis, and agreed with her 100%. The party was by the pool anyway. :) Over the years I have always gotten a chuckle out of thinking about that moment.
“Don’t Go In There!”
We were to never enter the living room. Our mom was nuts.
High five to Nick’s mom from a mom who gets zero help.
No sympathy for Nick. When Nick takes over the housekeeping, he can make the rules of who is allowed to sit on the sofa.
When I was a kid we were not allowed in the living room except if company came or when the Christmas tree was up. My Mom had the dog trained not to go in. We used to step inside and call him but he would just stand at the entrance and look at us. LOL!