My life is now ridiculous to a point that I go to bed after my parents, which wouldn't sting so bad if I didn't live with them. But I do. And it all feels like middle school again, when they got to stay up to watch the shows and I had to go to bed early for school, right down to the part where my family has no respect for the sanctity of sleep and I'm awakened every five minutes once I go to bed. All night long, I serve as the good daughter and talk with them and nothing ever comes up. But once I bid everyone goodnight and get into bed...
(Last night, 1 hour into sleep)
Mother: (this time she even knocked) There's a letter for you from the IRS.
Moi: I know. Can I go back to bed?
Mother: You didn't open it. It says it's very urgent.
Moi: I think it can wait until tomorrow. I was sleeping.
Mother: It's about the economic stimulus plan. Do you want me to open it?
1 comment:
child, listen to your mother!
(p.s. are you getting a stimulus check?)
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