Yeah I'm awake again. It's still morning... but this time at least I woke on my own accord. I don't even know where my time goes. I sort of just... sit here, and then bam it's night time, and I feel like sleeping again. The sunlight feels nice against my face... it's silently crept through my window, though it is not invasive.
You know what's invasive though? My mother. God fucking dammit. One nice morning I have, and she barges through my room: "HAVE YOU DONE MY HOMEWORK YET"
No, no I haven't.
"YOU SAID YOU'D DO IT YESTERDAY"
Ahhhh god fucking dammit. I haven't even done my own homework. Why should I prioritize your crap over mine. And your stupid fucking homework is the biggest piece of shit on this planet. Yet you wonder why I despise childcare. Arrrgh.
She keeps on whining on about how she has "no idea at all", as she chucks me an entirely blank booklet. Then when I fill in the answers she's like "should it be said this way?" WELL THEN YOU HAVE AN IDEA WHAT TO WRITE, SO WHY DON'T YOU FUCKING WRITE IT DOWN YOURSELF. Then she argues that her grammar and spelling won't be correct and she doesn't know how to put it into a sentence, but she could tell me the ideas and I could write down the whole thing for her. ...At which point I'm just like, "okay okay, I got this, go go go get out of my room". God knows what I really wanted to shout was "GET BACK TO PRIMARY SCHOOL".
Okay, that might be a bit mean. I don't know man. I can tell that she'd struggle with a lot of this homework, except I still can't get over the fact that I have to do someone else's homework in my personal holiday period. She keeps on telling me that once she gets this certificate she'd find a better job and she knows what to do sh just needs the qualification on paper... In the grand scheme of things, I should really be helping out. Except my brain isn't wired to think long term, at least not yet. At the moment all I can think about is my present happiness...
And happiness does not come with doing my mother's homework.
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