If you are a fobspring you probably know that no matter how old you are your fobby parent likes to keep you on a short leash. Chances are, you have fine morals and can distinguish between "edible" and "poisonous", but just in case, your loving fob parent still demands a minimum level of contact in a day to give them peace of mind.
Because of a fob's aversion to letting their children out of their sights, many fobs out there find it difficult to grapple with the idea of their little babies leaving the nest. Conversely, many of these babies can't wait until they either fly the coop or get eaten by a hawk... whichever comes first.
I managed to spread my wings and fly into a comfy little place of my own four years ago. My siblings, on the other hand, are still stuck in the suburban fob-nest we grew up in.
Recently, my sister found out that she would be going back and forth between the University and a school near a train station for her practicum placement. I offered to have her stay with me because I live right by a train station, and it would make it easy for her to get around without needing a car.
Despite the tireless opposition from our mother dearest, my sister agreed to come over and stay with me for the week.
After the first few days of housing my sister, I decided to e-mail my mom and ask her how she'd been holding down the fort with one less kid around.