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Nov. 20th, 2012 01:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
selenayIt's Mum's last week with me so of course all the things that could go wrong are:
- Her sister has pneumonia.
- The mechanism for opening/closing her bedroom window broke this morning (thankfully we managed to get it closed and secured, but it can't be opened again).
- We dragged out her suitcase last night and discovered it's died badly.
There are a couple of other things, but my brain is blanking on them. All of this resulted in some flailing and anger and yelling at me this morning (about the window, which definitely isn't my fault) and that's never a good way to start the day.
Discovering that I'd messed up and hadn't got the coffee pot ready last night, way too late to actually put it with time to drink coffee before I left, didn't help my mood at all. Her big flaily yelling thing made me late for work because she needed the car today to visit her sister and so she needed to take me to work.
I'm going to miss Mum in some ways, but this bit? So not going to miss it.
She won't be back until late June next year, so I'll have seven months of blissful, quietly empty house. I'll eat what I want (curry! bacon! zucchini! fewer carrots!), I'll watch my dafter TV shows without feeling guilty and I won't be forced to communicate before my first cup of coffee in the morning.
It's going to be seven months of awesome. I love Mum and it's great when she's here, but it's also great when she's gone and I don't have to consider her in everything I do :-D
- Her sister has pneumonia.
- The mechanism for opening/closing her bedroom window broke this morning (thankfully we managed to get it closed and secured, but it can't be opened again).
- We dragged out her suitcase last night and discovered it's died badly.
There are a couple of other things, but my brain is blanking on them. All of this resulted in some flailing and anger and yelling at me this morning (about the window, which definitely isn't my fault) and that's never a good way to start the day.
Discovering that I'd messed up and hadn't got the coffee pot ready last night, way too late to actually put it with time to drink coffee before I left, didn't help my mood at all. Her big flaily yelling thing made me late for work because she needed the car today to visit her sister and so she needed to take me to work.
I'm going to miss Mum in some ways, but this bit? So not going to miss it.
She won't be back until late June next year, so I'll have seven months of blissful, quietly empty house. I'll eat what I want (curry! bacon! zucchini! fewer carrots!), I'll watch my dafter TV shows without feeling guilty and I won't be forced to communicate before my first cup of coffee in the morning.
It's going to be seven months of awesome. I love Mum and it's great when she's here, but it's also great when she's gone and I don't have to consider her in everything I do :-D
