The coming of age.
 

Just as we had decided to go off to bed at 3.15 all of a sudden headlights stopped outside,car doors slammed and my dogs started to get restless.

Anyhow all went quiet for about a minute and then dogs heard something and that was it, i heard a thud on the front door so i went and turned my outside light on , looked through my door window and couldnt see anything or anyone, so i thought ,ok no one there but wont hurt to check so i opened my front door and all of a sudden my sons body fell through it ..No thankfully he wasnt hurt or injured ..just drunk so i managed to drag him in and lay him on the sofa take his shoes off and glasses and make him kinda comfortable. to which hubby went to bed and left me to it (not happy that id pampered him so much) but as a mum you do these things lol. by which time id gone past being tired hence this post at such a late time .
But how many mums (or dads) would do that? am i being soft on the new generation ? because i know my parents would have done it for me and have done in my teenage yrs..not whinging, just wondering?

But the memories of being 18 and looking at him sleeping now just melts

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We have the same every weekend.Tthe other half says "lock him out,you know what state he'll be in",but he bangs on the door & i end up getting up to let him in anyway.Although i know he can be a handful sometimes(plus he's bigger than me),at least i know that he's made it home & safe,and in todays society,that must be a worry for any parent who'es son or daughter goes out for the night.I know when he has stayed out, the wifes "lock him out" plea becomes "i hope he's okay".But it riles if i have to pay his taxi!!!!:)

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That's what Mum's are for. So i don't think you're been soft Cherokee, I've done the same. But why is it that dad's are so hard, they must have very short memories or could it be that they are jealous.

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Even though my son is now 24 and living in Didsbury, still feel a sense of relief every Sunday morning that I didn't get any phone calls and that he has survived his weekend (works hard, plays hard type).

Had no man to disapprove when he was 18 and used to leave the front door unlocked so as not to be disturbed. Hmmph, some hope ... not only him falling through the front door but 4/5 of his mates too .. used to go downstairs to see if all was well and could only fall asleep again when I heard them laughing and joking. Just had to make sure enough Bacon for the butts in the morning, oh, and the Vimto for some reason. No mum's can't help it Sarah.

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well all i can say is hes soooooooo suffering today . Almost makes it worthwhile pampering him if only to feel pleased at him suffering lmao

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How much are you charging him for board ?
I was once dragged out of bed one Sunday morning by my parents demanding to know "whats that bloody motorbike doing in the lobby? "
TIP..... Shut the family dog in his bedroom with him, makes his cleaning up the regurgitated steak pudding and chips a lot easier

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me and a friend once went through a bottle of oozo and i had to cary him home , not been in much of a fit state myself i found it rather difficult to maintain both my balance and cary his weight which became more of a problem when it dawned on me that i needed a pee

the result was me supporting my friend who was slumped on my shoulder while taking a pee which further resulted in him getting a rather wet leg , eventually i got him home and abandoned him on his back doorstep and thumped on teh door to let his dad know he was home.

unfortunatly for my friend his dad is a heavy sleeper so when his dad opened the back door to let the dog out the following morning my friend fell into the kitchen along with the snow drift that had built up around him during teh night, my friend woke up around dinnertime fully clothed under a warm shower as his dad had no option but to stick him in the shower and hope for the best lol

i guess we all get into these sory states at some point , i myself have been spotted walking over whinny hill and have no recolection of it despite refusing the lift home that was offered to me and have had the police question me whilst hanging out of my bedroom window when i have been spotted trying to sneak in after my mum had locked me out , i reakon my ass is more known to the police than my face is :D

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if my friend is reading this and it sounds familiar sory for peeing on your leg

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Have had more than my fair share of "incidents" due to excessive boozing. Left a dent in the top of the hot cabinet in a chippy then had to be carried home. Came close to an appendectomy with a glass bottle (avoided the hospital for three weeks) and it became infected. Woke up in the cementary on Burnley Road. Had to be carried to my cousins after consuming beer and a full bottle of OVD Demerara Rum and was that bad they stood me up in the living room and fell flat on my face and woke up next to a basin (a dodgy women would have been better) so had to go on the wagon.

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hey spuggie when on teh waggon when do you know when to get off and if you fall off are you considered dodgy goods ?

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You should give the ****** a good slapping for coming home in that state. That said I've been in worse conditions. I can remember having to be dragged naked from the bathroom to bed almost comatose. I’ve made a mess of myself after the drinking the immortal black nectar “Guinness” and awoke in the dew and bright sunshine of the day after laying in open field after a heavy night. I’ve also been arrested for trying to pick flowers up a tree (don’t ask) and rolling in the street fighting with friends.

Relish these times Cherokee, for we grow older and wiser with the passing of time and then are left to dream for the return of our youthful lustre. Let him live. Better still live with him.

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Oh it didnt really bother me Doug as ive had a few eventful nights out my self over the years ,infact it was more amusing for me mainly because i knew it would happen and no doubt will again despite him saying hey would never get in that state after seeing his elder brother do exactly the same, or like this morning ,never again that made me chuckle, even more so when he told me he,d lost his wallet, driving license, proof of age card and money lol..AH well at least i know he wont be up town tonight haha

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Oooh this thread brings back some memories of the weary states I have found myself in as a late teen/early 20's lass. I could never master the art of exiting a vehicle when drunk and have fallen face first out of several taxis and into several gutters. I have woken up so rough that I have sworn that my body was trying to turn itself inside out with the constant heaving... I still cringe when I hear Cherry B and Cider mentioned in the same sentence...:eek: Having said that, my mum wasn't big on sympathy and as long as we cleaned up our own mess (no matter how fragile we felt), she left us to enjoy our youth...:D

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The last time I was really drunk was around three years ago. I'd started off on really strong lager and then thought I would have a brandy, just for the road. Half a bottle later I wove my way home.........with the help of a neighbour, I think!!

I've no idea how I managed to get into my apartment, never mind my bed but I woke in the morning in agony. Three broken ribs!! I have a vague recollection of lying on a kerb edge. It took three months before I could go through the day without painkillers.

My advice to the youngsters is to have some fun. At that age they bend, at fifty plus you just break!

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I get of the wagon when the need for a bevying session becomes too much to bare. If I fall of then its not dodgy goods but a hospital case (done it before) and become damaged goods. :p :D

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I have a vague memory of being returned home from work in a taxi as i had apparantly turned up on a Monday morning in my PJ's. Never touched my dads home brew Barley Wine after that. :confused: