This time every year I seem to end up in the same situation. My Mum finishes teaching for the year and thus spends alot of time milling about the house enjoying the school holidays. The working year is over but what the f"#* she is still in fast mode racing around the house & yelling loudly when she can't find her glasses or "did you take my camera?!!" No I saw you put it on the kitchen bench yesterday...
"Oh."
It causes me a bit of anxiety because I have to make sure that I don't put a single fork out of place. During school time I swan about my day doing as I please when my back allows me to. But as soon as the holidays start I'm on my guard making sure I don't do anything to unsettle the monster that awakes when a cup (full of water that I am drinking out of) has been left on the bench for more than 1 minute or a fan is on when in the middle of December in Brisbane "it's not even hot, turn it off!"
Then I start asking myself; how the hell did I get into this situation? And then I remember that I have a chronic pain condition that limits the type & number of hours that I can successfully work. Which means that I'm poor as shit and don't yet know how I would be able to live in a rental property and still afford to buy food each day...
So I walk quietly to my room; spray some soothing lavendar spray, lye on my heat mat and hope that the next unessessarily loud words that my Mother bellows aren't directed at me.
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