God, just nail her to the cross already.
I know my mother has made it her life's mission to become the world's first living martyr, but I wish she would just give it a rest once in a while. I'm not asking her to give up her I'm-so-selfless-it's-killing-me-slowly act for life, but going an entire day without throwing in my face everything she does for the family wouldn't kill her. And even if it did, well then at least she'd be out of her damn misery.
I can be a bit sarcastic, even biting, when I put my mind to it. As a matter of fact, I can be a pretty big bitch with very little effort whatsoever. So I try to give my family a little leeway, because even though they've known me since birth, I do realize that I can be hard to take on an empty stomach.
Still, I'm really sick of every conversation that I start ending with me storming off because I can't get through to my mother while she's doing her impression of Christ.
For example, I stayed home sick today because I had a really bad migraine when I woke up. I was feeling pretty decent by four, which is when my mom gets home from work. I put a DVD on in my room while I was making soup, and the volume was up a little loud, so my mom heard it from her room. Keep in mind that I had already dragged my sick ass out of bed twice to answer the phone so Her Highness wouldn't have to exhaust herself. Still, I'm trying to juggle a bowl of steaming hot soup and a drink when I hear her muttering under her breath just loud enough for me to hear.
"Is it such a crime for me to want to lay in my bed for a little bit? I know you don't know what that feels like, since you get to sleep all day, but the least you could do is keep the fucking volume down."
I'M ON MY FUCKING WAY, YOUR ROYAL WRETCHEDNESS. I'm not sitting in my room jamming to really loud music. There is no enjoyment out of the volume. In fact, my first thought was 'Oh boy, I better get in there before it bothers her'.
Oh well, tomorrow is Saint Patty's Day and we're having a rather large party here at the house. I plan on going out with my friends and drinking heavily, so with any luck, I'll come home and ruin the party. I'd hate for her to run out of reasons I make her life so horrible.
I can be a bit sarcastic, even biting, when I put my mind to it. As a matter of fact, I can be a pretty big bitch with very little effort whatsoever. So I try to give my family a little leeway, because even though they've known me since birth, I do realize that I can be hard to take on an empty stomach.
Still, I'm really sick of every conversation that I start ending with me storming off because I can't get through to my mother while she's doing her impression of Christ.
For example, I stayed home sick today because I had a really bad migraine when I woke up. I was feeling pretty decent by four, which is when my mom gets home from work. I put a DVD on in my room while I was making soup, and the volume was up a little loud, so my mom heard it from her room. Keep in mind that I had already dragged my sick ass out of bed twice to answer the phone so Her Highness wouldn't have to exhaust herself. Still, I'm trying to juggle a bowl of steaming hot soup and a drink when I hear her muttering under her breath just loud enough for me to hear.
"Is it such a crime for me to want to lay in my bed for a little bit? I know you don't know what that feels like, since you get to sleep all day, but the least you could do is keep the fucking volume down."
I'M ON MY FUCKING WAY, YOUR ROYAL WRETCHEDNESS. I'm not sitting in my room jamming to really loud music. There is no enjoyment out of the volume. In fact, my first thought was 'Oh boy, I better get in there before it bothers her'.
Oh well, tomorrow is Saint Patty's Day and we're having a rather large party here at the house. I plan on going out with my friends and drinking heavily, so with any luck, I'll come home and ruin the party. I'd hate for her to run out of reasons I make her life so horrible.