You can't pick your family...

Last night I stayed at my Mum's house whilst James went to his Christmas party (stayed over so could drink blah, blah, blah) and my 18 year old sister decided that after her boozy trips around the local pubs, she'd bring some friends back. Hmmmm. Now, I do remember what it was like to be a pretty, single 18 year old girl but she did know Amelia and I were staying over. However, at 4.30am, as I was trying to get Amelia back to sleep (for the 100th time since her 3.30am feed) and all I could hear was loud music, mobile phone ring tones (goodness I sound so old!) and laughing... so I venture downstairs, with crying baby in toe and storm in the door of my sisters downstairs bedroom.... the look on her face was priceless, so was the look on about 6 randomer's faces too! Needless to say, she was shamed into turning the music off and talking quieter.

I'm sat here wondering if its me that's changed. Normally, I would have gone down, opened a bottle of wine and joined her but now that I'm a Mummy, priorities have changed and now all I want at 4.30am on a Saturday morning is to get my baby back to sleep as soon as possible, so I can steal another couple of hours sleep, so I can face another day of being a Mummy. So being a parent really does make you grow up fast, but not only that, it makes me realise the small important things in life, like having undisturbed sleep, cuddles with Amelia, nice walks etc. That probably is proof that I am on my way to becoming a grumpy old woman but alcohol, loud music, drunken friends and smelly breath is the last thing I want right now.

Amelia is napping as I write this (its 9.50am now) and part of me thinks I should pop into my sisters room when she wakes and say "here you go, its time to look after her for that extra hour or so that she should have had sleeping last night when you kept her awake" but I know that will only be greeted with a few choice words and perhaps a slamming of the door...

So, not only am I still quite cross at my sister and her friends but I feel sorry for them. They have no idea about "real life" yet and I'm sure I wasn't this bad at 18.... I guess she'll have to grow up sooner or later... and when she's a Mummy herself, I shall have great pleasure of reminding her of this.....