Spare the Rod

I have got to stop telling stories with my mother in it. It is not helping with the post-college cool-twenty-something vibes. Then again, neither is a glamorous life as a research assistant nor a house in the suburbs. Darn you, prime of my life.

But the other day, I was le tired. And this being my last lazy vacation before my foray into the ranks of the employed, I should be able to sleep and wake when and where I want. But no. You see, Mother had a series of Korean soap DVDs that she had to finish by the next day. And because we had guests and her computer was in the guest room, Mother had to find another computer to watch the soaps on. (Using the DVD player would have been too public. She wanted to watch the show, yes, but she didn't want our guests to know.) Somehow, my computer was the logical choice. So late Saturday night, Mother made herself comfortable at my desk. I was banished from my room, barred from going to bed early so I could wake up for church- for visiting the house of the Lord. Instead, I was forced to stay up late and watch TV alone so Mother could finish watching her Korean soap opera. It's only by the grace of God, really, I suppose, that with the type of parenting I received, I still managed to graduate from college.