I suffer from Man childness and social anxiety. It is horrible.
For example today, my housemate and I were sitting in man child bliss, which is basically, both of us doing assignments whilst watching “Crank Yankers”. When 1 single text message could destroy our bliss, it was from his sister. It said “Just picked up the kids, will be at yours in 15 minutes.”
He read it out and our reaction were like this.
As we are man children (made up term, that I label ourselves) we live in a chaotic clean, which means, we both work and study, so not much cleaning gets done. Don’t get me wrong, our house does get clean, but not adult clean.
After I ran around screaming about how my, tell her we are sick ploy had failed, I ran around locking all doors and windows, screaming at my house mate, to drive my car around the street and park it there, and let pretend we are not home. (Insert picture of me hiding under the couch here)
Mind you, my housemate was running around open the windows and doors, saying we just had to tidy up, it will be fine.
We tidied up. It was horrible.
Then the realization of her bring her children dawned on us.
Our special dog, is not used to children. He is used to being the only child beast in the house. We tried talking to him, he just gave us a confused look.
I started child proofing my house. This included putting my couch yeti in my spare bedroom of doom and placing any slightly dangerous items out of the way.
Now we are awaiting on the arrival, wish me luck.