There are those days where you find yourself hating your mother. This is one of those days. She hasn't even done anything wrong it's just these little annoying things she does that drives me out of my wits. I don't want to hear her singing Christmas carols every waking second of the day. Today, I was really excited when I thought, "Hey, Christmas break is finally here!!!" But then I remembered that Mom works on the weekends and is off during the weeks. That's a lot of mom time over the next few days.
No, Mom, I don't want to go thrift shopping with you. It's fine once a month, but once every few hours is too much. No, Mom, I don't want to help you make wreaths---they make my skin dry and even though I like the smell of Christmas trees, I don't want my hands smelling like them for the next week and a half. No, Mom, I don't want to go to Luby's with you and my grandmother, that activity just sounds sooo thrilling but I think I'm going to pass it up. No, Mom, I don't to help you make my siblings Christmas pajamas---and just so you know, I actually lied and told you that I liked the fabric you picked out for them.
But I suppose this is why I love her, and I'm a PMSing and bratty teenager and I'm just going to have to live with it. No, I can't always do the things that I want, but she just makes me so frustrated.
Love, Laura
About Me
- laurielou
- Oh deary. About me sections are always my least favorite. My name is Laura, I like typing, singing off key, belittling myself, watching movies, hanging out with friends, and lots of other normal teenager things. I like animals and Italian food and I find Harrison Ford attractive. I love vitiman water, Nutella, pom poms and Converse.
Thursday, December 18, 2008
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