Not funny, mum

[saitaina]

Originally published at Memoirs of a Nobody. You can comment here or there.

I’ve been sick in bed for the past three days, as has my mother, granted she’s been sick so maybe she hasn’t noticed the fact I’ve also been in bed, absolutely misrible. But when she bitches at me for not emptying the dishwasher for three days, while I’m currently hunched over, fighting shooting pains in my stomach, nausia and extreame fatuigue?

Not even close to cute or funny.

I’ve already had to deal with the army of ants holding my desk hostage (literally an army, I thought I saw the queen running past as I was doing a surprise extermination with a pill bottle), a code enforcement officer who bitched about the fact the wood for my room and deck was in the front yard (dude, our kitchen is in the garage and the rest of the wood is in the driveway, WHERE do you want us to put it, the roof? Bite me that it’s ‘unsightly debris’, it’s CONSTRUCTION MATERIALS!), and Seto committing sucide by throwing himself from my bed, and when that didn’t work, a chair.

Then I spent the rest of the day thinking about my boyfriend and best friend after a dream about them, during a time when both are too busy to talk to me.

Yeah, not in a good mood, mum. Add in being sick and I DON’T CARE THAT THE CLEAN DISHES HAVE BEEN IN THE DISHWASHER FOR THREE DAYS!

*violently smacks an ant before going back to work*