It’s not that I resent that my mom needs to go into the office again today to work with a client. It’s not that I resent helping her out at home while she tries to a) kickstart her new career and b) earn some more money. It’s that after several nights of going to bed early-ish, I stayed up until 4 or so this morning and my mom knocked on my door at 9:00 and said she needed me to help her out this morning and I’m fucking sleepy as hell. Not to mention that now that I’ve been up for 45 minutes it doesn’t look like she’s leaving for at least another 45 minutes. And nobody ran the dishwasher last night so I had to pull an old stanky spoon out and wash it so I could make coffee.
I’m pretty sure that when she woke me up I was in the middle of a dream involving me being in Boston with Kimberley and we were going up an elevator in a really tall building and I was freaking out about how high up it was, a tall-building phenomenon I’ve only experienced since 9-11. So laying in bed half-scared and half-pissed for 15 minutes before getting up has done nothing for my demeanor. And. After all that, Star is doing her fantasy wedding on The View today and I don’t want to miss it!
Woe is me.
