Fuming
It was twenty to eleven in the evening. Mum starts looking at the clock. After a bit of attempted hints... 'I think you'd better go to bed Christine. You aren't as used to getting up early as me.'
WTF????? I don't live here half the time. How does she know what my bed routine is? I've had 24 hours sleepin the last two days and am perfectly happy enjoying my evenings in the secure knowledge that I am in control of my own sleeping pattern. And twenty to eleven?!?!?! I've done a full day after going to bed at 3.00. I was tired, but I was doing stuff that involved a lot more f****** concentration than envelope stuffing. For which, apparently at age 20 I need ten hours sleep as directed by my mother.
She's been at it all day. She's been winding up my brother and me because she can't seem to stop telling people what to do. To an extent I think, well okay, she does half the cleaning, she'll tell me to empty the washing machine, she has a point. Even if it is immediately whenshe breaks my concentration in me doing uni work. But sending meto bed???
I love her to bits, but for goodness sake I sometimes wish she'd let me grow up.
This time next week I will be in Durham. With money. And a driving license with a bit of luck.
WTF????? I don't live here half the time. How does she know what my bed routine is? I've had 24 hours sleepin the last two days and am perfectly happy enjoying my evenings in the secure knowledge that I am in control of my own sleeping pattern. And twenty to eleven?!?!?! I've done a full day after going to bed at 3.00. I was tired, but I was doing stuff that involved a lot more f****** concentration than envelope stuffing. For which, apparently at age 20 I need ten hours sleep as directed by my mother.
She's been at it all day. She's been winding up my brother and me because she can't seem to stop telling people what to do. To an extent I think, well okay, she does half the cleaning, she'll tell me to empty the washing machine, she has a point. Even if it is immediately whenshe breaks my concentration in me doing uni work. But sending meto bed???
I love her to bits, but for goodness sake I sometimes wish she'd let me grow up.
This time next week I will be in Durham. With money. And a driving license with a bit of luck.