‘I’m 30 years old and I still snuggle with my parents.’

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I’m 30 years old – and I still snuggle with my mum.

My family aren’t sure if they want me to write this and I don’t exactly blame them. I’m acutely aware that I’m exposing myself to potential abuse.

But I’ve never been one to kowtow to taunts. I’m happy to reveal that I am a fully-grown, 30-year-old woman who thoroughly enjoys a snuggle with her mum in bed. Most evenings, in fact.

Allow me to digress a little, before I further regress.

Despite the what I’ve just told you, I’m a fully functioning adult. I have a job, I have a degree. I live within my means and I pay my bills. Anyone that knows me will tell you I’m a pleasant and chatty sort of a girl.

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But recently the wheels have come off my very adult life. At the age of 30, I’ve decided to have a complete career change – and so, while I get back on my feet financially, I’ve had to hunker down in the parental bunker.

If you’re into symbolism, right now my own personal doomsday clock is poised somewhere between two and three minutes to midnight. However regrettably for me, threats of a potential adulthood apocalypse don’t stop there.

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Come sundown, after the family meal has been digested and the subsequent binge viewing of the ABC has drawn to a close, I retire to bed. But not my own bed.

My parents’ bed.

"Come sundown, after the family meal has been digested and the subsequent binge viewing of the ABC has drawn to a close, I retire to bed. But alas, not my own bed." (Image provided)

I slide in between my parents and snuggle down among the soft pillows and Egyptian cotton sheets - yet another benefit of lodging with folk who have access to significant superannuation funds. Then, I roll over and snuggle my Mum.

I'll spare you the details of who is the big and who is the little spoon. But you get the picture.

After a few minutes, the reality of the three-in-a-bed situation begins to annoy my dad.

He begins to huff and puff, before tossing and turning like a rotisserie chook, and tugging irritably at the bed sheets.

It soon results in an outburst from Dad, aimed at my Mum, in which he exclaims, “Jill you’re an enabler!”

It's an instant mood killer. At this point, I retreat, with my blankey between my legs - ha!

If I had to diagnose myself, I'd say I’m experiencing a level of childhood regression. However, I’m OK with it.

No doubt I've creeped many of you out. Trust me, I've disturbed myself writing this.

But in all seriousness, I'm addicted to the the warmth and safety of cuddling with my mum. I haven’t lived with my parents for six years and I'm well aware that this arrangement won’t last forever. So why not juice them for all the love and nurturing they’re worth, before I have to return to the world of high-rents, cheap bed linen and annoying housemates?

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Obviously, not everyone feels this way about my guilty pleasure.

When I confessed to work colleagues, they were full of questions: "Who do you snuggle, Mum or Dad? Or are you piggy in the middle? Do they read you a bedtime story too?"

"I’m desperately trying to wean my TODDLER off sleeping in our bed!" another friend laughed.

Other mates have a been a bit more understanding. "That's so cute! It shows you have a super close relationship with your parents!"

"Obviously, not everyone feels this way about my guilty pleasure." (Image supplied)

Although this particular friend is one of the kindest people I know, she is also an expert at putting a positive spin on things. So I'm reluctant to accept this feedback as the gospel truth.

Nevertheless, it prompts the questions, how old is too old to snuggle with your parents? Are you partial to a snuggle with your folks? Or did that behaviour stop shortly after you were potty-trained?

I guess until we reach a verdict, I might just refer to my parents as ‘biological-housemates.’

Then everyone can sleep at night.

Are you uniquely close to your parents? 

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