If I were 15 I would stand at the top of my stairs and scream down at my mother that she in fact does not know EVERYTHING.
If I were 15 I would roll my eyes at her from across the living room when she tells me I don't "have to pack that much; I can do laundry once I'm there" as if I am not 34 years old and haven't figured that out myself by now.
If I were 15 I would go up to my room and slam the door just to prove that I am annoyed with her.
However, I am not 15 so I do none of these things - but oh some days I wish I could!! My mom is here for 2 1/2 weeks. We are great friends, we get along wonderfully. Sometimes though she must seriously forget that I am not 6 years old. I shouldn't complain really, should I? She cooks, she cleans, she does laundry, she does all the things that I don't do. It's just that tone she gets in her voice sometimes that makes me want to throw a screaming tantrum like I did when I was a teenager. I will really, really try to resist though!
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